Alexi closed his eyes and relaxed as another breeze flowed over him. It smelled wet, earthy, and pleasent. The smell remined Alexi of summer, when the snow would fade away and the sun could actually heat a man's bones. Indeed it had become more and more like summer as he had made his way south. He wondered why it was already so warm and if it would get any warmer. Alexi hoped not. His hair had been getting uncomfortably prickly of late. The wind woke Fritzen, who had been snoozing by his ear, and now proceeded to yawn widely before nipping Alexi's ear. Fritzen always did that when she was hungry. Alexi nipped her playfully back and dug a strip of dried fish from his pack. He tore off a peice for Fritzen and then chewed his own slowly. The salmon had not taste particularly good when fresh and now could barely be tasted at all through the salt. He hoped he could barter some work for a sausage or honey-cake in the next town. That was a divine type of food he'd never even heard of back home. The road Alexi was resting by did not seem to be well traveled and he'd not seen another soul all day. Maybe no one wanted to travel today. He wondered if that meant rain was coming.