Bertha
*Blowing winds and warm weathers seemed to dominate the area today. Grass flowing with each breeze, hurriedly absorbing the sun to grow and flourish. But not all could manage in a place such as this.*

*A beast man, tall and mighty broke what silence of the area there was. Clattering armor and exaughsted panting with each step. The brown furred canifore had run out of water days ago as he traveled. The long drawn planes proving fatal to a furry creature without water.*

*But then, a shiny hope of survival peered through the lenses of the Wolf. A camp...? A rather large one too, fields of forestry and plants for sustainability. Not to mention a huge lake... They could spare a little water, couldn't they?*

*The canifore could only hope, stepping at a quickened dehydrated shanty towards the camp. Armor weighing and eyes drooping, to an outsider it seemed he could collapse at any moment.*
Raymond
*It was her daily hike around the camp. 10 kilometers, every single day, in armor, with a spear and shield in hand. It was imperative that Serena conditioned herself; to her, toughness was better than learning how to develop power. You had to learn how to take punishment as well as deal it.*

*Her helmet lay inside her backpack, feeling the warm breeze through her hair and the sun on her face. It was peaceful, as always. However, the slime hiked not only for exercise, but as a patrol. About to finish, she saw another armored figure. Immediately, she takes a fighting stance, her shield in front and her spear ready to strike. However, upon further inspection, Serena found that the newcomer was in no fighting shape.*

*An armored canifor, who seemed extremely dehydrated and not in fighting condition. It looked like he needed water badly. Serena plants down her spear in the dirt and slings her massive shield over her back.*

"Woah there, man. You good? Looks like you need some water."

*Serena takes a spare waterskin out of her bag, uncorking it and offering it to the canifor as he approached, only just realizing that he was much, __much__ taller than she was.*
Daniel
Fuck, it didn't ping me
Bertha
*Oh... Just in time too... Grey eyes the slime through his spectacles. His look almost faded for a moment like he wasn't all there. Towering over the smaller slime blankly, her words not reaching his brain. But what was said did not matter, for the woman seemed to hold out a water pack in offering.*

*The wolves legs began to shake, soon buckling as the iron wolf quickly falls to his knees. His new height just a little below the slimes, as his maw widened gently.*