(Kyhorlet in human form:
Moofius Version -
Roxi Version)
Freezair's thick boots sucked at the ground as she trudged through the mud. The shadows cast by the trees above, and the dampness of the rain, made her dirty blonde hair look almost black. Her clothes clung moistly to her chubby body, and she itched uncomfortably at her wide shoulders. This jungle was a tiring place. She had fairly good stamina, especially when it came to walking long distances, but she was rather out of shape.
Kyhorlet, using her twelve precious human hours to make this trek, wrapped her furry coat around her shoulders. It was not watertight like Kayneena's scales were. The Serraptor was constantly shaking droplets out of her feathery crest, but she seemed otherwise uninhibited by the rain. And floating, slithering Rocket was completely at home. Although he missed having the tentacles his older body had, he was completely comfortable in almost any kind of seafaring body.
Rorygon, piggybacking with Kayneena, seemed the worst off. Muttering through the oppresively humid air, he griped,
"Where is this stupid library supposed to be, anyway? We've been walking for AGES..."