Karr huffed and gruffed as they started to jog again. What the hell was with all this shit? His fur was damp an sticking to itself and his skin from sweat, he at last had to peal off his shirt as it was so uncomfortable against his form that he could stand it no longer. He was still not entirely sure what to make of any of this, and kept eying Logan skeptically. Logan was an alpha, no question about that, so why was he following Squanto here around? Oh yes, the thoughts were still there, even if he was not vocalizing them.
He snorted as they approached the rope coarse, he leaning his weight forward, bracing one hand against one knee as he squinted with one open eye. "What the hell's this all about?" He demanded at last. He felt like he was back in middle school for gym class, and he was not terribly amused about it. Blame Logan for thinking Karr had shut his mouth, because no sooner the hairy youth opened it.