[LoboDiabloLoneWolf]

Slugger blinked at Laskar.

"I worked in the factory," he waved a hand vaguely, "Back there." He didnt elaborate. He really wasn't in the mood to discuss his rather unplesant pass. He didn't think shooting his superior had been especially 'cool' either, but regardless there was no reason to be uncivil.

Slugger remembered what Cheddar had said about Slig pants rusting up. He diffinitly didn't want to be crawling on his belly for more then a day, he didn't know how long a season was but it didn't sound exactly short... Slugger wiggled his way out of his pants and pressed the compression level and the Slig pants folded in on themseleves to practically nothing. Jaws whined and sat by his master, he wished he was bigger. The other Slogs could carry their masters when the situation call for it, but Jaws was just too runty.

A rain drop splashed onto the Slog's nose, Jaws sneezed and shook his head, waiting for the steadily growing group to move.