Fernande (nickname Fern)| female| 27 years| Trainer| Crush open|
Fern was relieved he wasn't angry, and she'd almost gotten away. Then he asked her for help. She paused, and turned back. "I, I guess so. I'm not doing anything important right now.." She hoped this would be quick, she was awkward enough when she wasn't engaging with the other half animals around camp. What could he possibly want my help for? A clumsy, four armed reptile.

Asgore| male| 20 years| Lead Guard| Crush open|
Asgore chuckled quietly, but he didn't intend to be mean. It was just a bit funny how Fern knocked into almost everything, even other were creatures. Someone so shy and reclusive somehow hits everything in her path.. He decided to go hunting, since bacon could only do so much for ones stomach.
