OOC: Actually, Munch, Sly has Slogann right now, if yeh didn't notice
IC: He saw the Mudokon walk out to the riverside, holding up a spear with a smile on its face. Sly began to regain back on his mechanical feet, holding Slogann closely to him. He looked up and down of the Mudokon, feeling that it was no big threat. He showed off the wounded slog to the Mudokon, its eyes widening in horror.
"Please help me. I don't know what to do. I know most of you...Mudokons are medics. Please, just lead me in any direction to the nearest medic, so I can save my friend," Sly sniveled, feeling another sob fest to come on in another second. Slogann let out a small whine. Sly looked back to the Mudokon, it still watching suspiciously at him. "I promise. I won't kill you. I'll even put down my rifle if I have to," Sly clipped off his sling to his Blitz packer, it thudding to the ground. He heard some scurrying behind him, and spun around. A flash of red fur passed through the trees. The thing could run like the devil. Slogann began to ramble around a little, moving his head up to where the creature had ran.
"It's a Slog," Slogann said with a little more life. He began to bark, weakly but loudly at the creature, hoping for the thing to stop and communicate.