A dracolisk was watching him, nosing at his arm until he paid it attention too. He had to admit that he was enjoying himself, though the smells of the stable reminded him quite a bit of how the Chargers tended to smell when they got off of long missions.

He joined Cole before long, looking the nugalope in the face when she turned to look at him, his face immediately scrunching up in disgust when she snorted at him, spraying him with a fine mist of what he hoped was only spit. She nudged at him with her muzzle until he rubbed her nose and up between her horns as Cole had.

"Thanks for the bath, really needed that," he muttered sarcastically, wiping his face off on his arm.