Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

"I know very well how to, I just can't stand it. My fur is too long to be getting wet."

He wrinkled his nose at the thought. His fur had a tendency to curl and get tangled, a process which the water only sped up. It was never pleasant.

"But I've been eating fine, really. I can't hold weight well is all."

Phobos preferred to avoid discussing his own health, however he felt it would be much more bothersome if he let Pepper worry.