Moonspear thanks, bathtub barracuda

Aesop wasted no time in beginning to clean himself, and Floki grinned as he waded in after his companion. He wasn't quite as muddy -- probably because he hadn't been working as long as Aesop had -- but he washed the dirt from his forelegs. He could have gotten away without a bath, since the color of the dirt almost perfectly matched the fur beneath his elbows, but he didn't mind the refreshing feel of the water.

Only once he was happily bathing did Aesop answer, and Floki's ears pricked. "Oh, nice," he commented, then added, "Have you met Judas and Pyx yet? They're aspiring medics; I know they were working on cleaning out my mom's old collection of plants and herbs. Maybe all three of you can work together." Thistle Cloud's den had been in bad shape last time he had visited, strewn with dried out and dead leaves and flowers; perhaps Aesop's new burrow would provide a fresh start.