Glayce woke, her two mysterious orbs flickering open. She felt a bit guilty she had slept in, because after all, her den was shady and cool compared to the exposed camp. She stretched her stiff limbs and then shook out her snowy white pelt before exiting her den and stepping out into the sunlight. Immediately, fierce rays of sun hit her and struck her with heat. The fae heard a whining and turned her head to realize Max was whining at the heat. "Oh, come on, Max!" she chirped cheerfully, flicking her tail in his way to fan him, in a way, as she padded over to him. "I like the heat."