The Foxkin
Blake held Mona's waist and, with Mina slipped into his shirt with her head poking out by the collar, he jumped down into the canyon. He used a wind spell to push the branches of the treetops out of the way as he fell down, only using his wings at the last second as he softly landed on the ground.
The canyon floor was like a thick jungle. Blake looked around to see many moss-covered trees and thick vines. With such dense foliage, it was a perfect spot for many races to hide out if they so chose to. "It's hot…." Mina complained.
"That it is." Blake nodded and used a cooling spell to cool his body down. He even cast it on Mona to let the poor cow girl to have some relief. Mina already took care of herself.
The air temperature from the top of the canyon to the bottom was like at least forty degrees different. It was strange as they were still in the north but had an area that was no different from the tropical regions of the south.