Hoshor Plains beware of the dogs,

The woman’s straightforward nature was rather off-putting for someone like Chander, who was a child in an adult’s body. I prefer being dry, she said. And that was all. 

He frowned to himself. “Well that’s no fun! How’re you supposed to get all muddy if ya stay dry all the time? ‘Cept… if you’re like me, you look muddy even when you are dry.” He laughed and gestured towards his legs and their strange cream-and-brown pattern, giving him the look of a wolf who had just waded a deep river and gotten its silt stuck to his legs.

He looked up into the sky like an idiot, blinking furiously as rain pelted his eyes. “What’re you gonna do now? There ain’t no shelter for miles, looks like.”