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Boots follow. Then shirt. Then shorts. Those set aside, Khol tackles the half clean Worf who'd been slipping over the rocks away from the the nose-burning water, pulling him into her arms. "All that with a brush... I don't envy you." She half-smiled and lurched into deeper water, scrubbing him with clawed fingers until his ruff stuck out in a starfish-like but more or less clean halo of spikes around is head. Threads of electricity arched across the spaces. She let him go to paddle back to shore, but gave him a mean look when he looked at a patch of dusty ground as if it was an warm fluffy towel. He instead trotted toward the other trainer, watching the movement of the brush back and forth, dripping at their feet.

Taka stretched with a fang revealing yawn and sauntered over towards the human and her riding beast, sitting on the other side a length away and watching with a languid gaze that belied the brooding thoughts beneath. He shook out his woolly mane, considering. His female should be doing this for him. He shouldn't have to whither the grass or use his own tongue to sear away the grit. This was superior. If a mere draft animal warranted this treatment, surely it was -his- due.

"Uh huh" she agreed. That's not something she'd want to do, that's for sure. Kohl dunked herself and applied the same treatment to herself as she had the pup, relieving herself of the worst of the mud, before stepping out to lay across the large sun warmed rock where she'd lay out her soiled gear to dry. "Monthly bath done" She noted, wringing her hair out over the edge of the stone. She spoke up. "So, what'd that mud-wrestling match earn us?"

"Wait, what?!" The turned and pushed herself up to stare at the other trainer from over the top of the stone. "A few thousand!!?" Her expression turns to unveiled excitement. Think of all the pokemon food...! "she scrambles of the rock, gives her cloths a brisk shake to dislodge the sun dried dirt before pulling them on, scooping up her belts and trotting over - resuming a more even-tempered face, of course. "You aren't joking. Wow." She grins and takes the prize.

"Good job, pup!" She says brightly, roughing up the Electrike's fur, who starts dancing around the groups feet, wagging his whole butt.

Taka's eyes narrow and his whiskers fan out. He has his own plans for the prize that have nothing to do with pokemonfood - what are herbivores for, if not for that.

Kohl's grin grow wider. "Since were both going the same way, of course. Best idea yet. I'll finish packing up-" She hefts her outerwear and trots around gathering bits of scattered gear - a boot here, the saucepot by the stream, her coat, and set to getting it properly assembled. Last of all she kneels to put on her boots near Taka's side. "Just about ready"

"Right" The puppy barked, wiggling some more. She liked him! Yay! Successful alliance made. The pup preened and attempted to sit on Rasha's hoof.

Dry and clean…well, at least mostly, the hiker leaps into her Arcaine’s saddle. The beast sniffs disdainfully at the dust that dislodges from his mistress’ clothing onto his rusty coat and tries to shake it off. “#@$%” growls Kohl. She gives him a thump and a stern look, glaring until he looks away. She nudges his side. Grouchily, he skulks toward the Lady-trainer as directed.

Foiled, Worf bounds over to a patch or dry grass and rolls happily in it. As the pair passes, he bounds through Taka’s legs. Taka snaps at him. Unperturbed, he gravitates to the larger beast’s long, wooly tail, and mock-battles it through the proceeding conversation.

Khol pats her animals shoulder as he grumbles deep in his chest. For Taka, he really is enduring the pup’s roughhousing patiently. A glance back shows his tail held high and a charcoal black tuft of fur protruding from the little dog’s mouth. She thinks of threatening Worf with his pokeball, but hey, maybe it’ll be good for the old man. With a smirk, “Ready?” she asks the other trainer.