Slogann snorted from a raindrop entering his nasal passage. He moved his neck up to the group of Mudokons and Sligs.
"Guys? It's raining. You think we can get to some cover, like, NOW, please?" Slogann said. Sly looked to the Slog, then back to the group. The Mudokons nodded, and so did Slugger.
"Right. C'mon, Slogann. I'm carryin' you," he walked over to Slogann.
"Oh, no. I ain't a pup. I don't need to be carried," Slogann scrambled to his feet, but then plopped down from his weak legs. Sly chuckled, then lifted up him.
"Tryin' to be the hard-core fighter, huh? Not today, boy," he said to his eyes. Slogann snorted, but didn't writh out of his arms. He turned back to the group.
"Well. If you guys wanna get wet, I ain't with you. I'm goin' to find shelter," Sly walked passed Slugger, giving him a respectful nod, then continuing.
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