"Can't we wait 'till it stops raining, at least?"

Ash pulled back from the edge of the mushroom, whiskers tingling from the mist. He turned to Garren, who was still a giant bull of a man, even after his Polymorph Potion, and his horns were still rather prominent.

Ash knew the answer to this question, be he really did not want to go out in the rain.

"You know I only have one potion left, and that we'll need to hurry while this one lasts." Garren rumbled in response, continuing to look through his bag for his spectacles, rather than look at his young companion.

"Aha! Here they are!" He straightened up, putting the glasses on and slinging his pack while walking toward Ash.

"I thought I told you to keep your hat and mask on! In the last decades, humans have been developing deeper and deeper into Siniads forest. They would love a pure Leos pelt, and I don't want to deal with a hunting party this trip…"

Ash's anger broiled, but he pulled up the mask and put on the hat before following Garren into the torrential forest.