[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Burnt Building
                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Gretchin [@IcePezz]

The fire had died down, thank the forest. Calanon flung one last bit of mud from his shield onto a dying ember, and then let his shoulders slump a bit. Brogach had halted kicking the mud moments before, and shook his horned head again, rain droplets flying everywhere. "[color=00ff66]We need to get you dry.[/color]" Calanon said, wiping a bit of mud off his forehead. Or so he thought. When his arm ran across his face, it only served to cake more mud along his skin. His face was brown and muddy expect for his blue eyes once they opened up. He shook his head much like his truest friend did a moment ago, and then lifted his face to the sky and let the rain wash the mud away. The Elf breathed in the rain and moist air, letting it seep along his pores and senses, enjoying nature for what it truly was. Brogach simply watched him, loyal to a fault. 

"[color=00ff66]Come on, friend.[/color]" Calanon said once he was dry, a smile on his face from the sheer joy of both the natural world and his companion, and he led Brogach into the burnt building. The Elk lowered his head as he entered, carefully letting his horns pass under the arch. The two decided to keep to themselves mostly, heading over to a spot that seemed a tad drier than most. It couldn't fit them both however, so Calanon bade Brogach to take the dry spot while the Elf sat down upon wood that was moist in a few areas, taking it in stride. The Elk lowered itself until its legs were curled up, its head laying upon Calanon's lap as the Elf patted his head. From here, he could reach into his pack that was upon Brogach's side. He slid his hand under and produced some salted beef, chewing gingerly. The food was almost knocked out of his hand however, when Brogach lifted his large head. Calanon blinked, and looked up to see Gretchin standing before him with an extended arm. [color=B22222]"Thank you for the help."[/color] 

The Elf smiled, his entire body, from his thick hair to his tunic, was still wet from the rain. He hoped his hand was dry enough though, and he shook her hand, giving a friendly smile. "[color=00ff66]It was a group effort, but thank you.[/color]" he replied to her. "[color=00ff66]If you'd like to sit, I can set my tunic down and share some of my food.[/color]" His offer was sincere. He hadn't opened any of his Guaren Juice in too long.