"Easy, it''ll be just a quick trim on the ends of your mane," Trak nodded, working her fingers through a particularly nasty snarl of hair. She untangled it and managed to get the comb through it with minimal snagging. "We'll be gentle. If you want, Nurse Joy could clip your claws for you, as they're pretty gentle and efficient about that."
Runaway watched from his seat on the toilet. The Zoroark seemed to be enjoying itself, and the contest would be a welcome distraction, but he still couldn't help but worry about its family. He thought about enlisting Twoey's help in deciphering the location where they were being held, and even setting out on his own, if it came down to it. Though, the Alakazam knew that if he expressed this concern to Trak, she would willingly help out. There seemed to be too many distractions, and Runaway hoped that after the contest, that they would set out to rescue the Zoroark's family. Knowing Twoey's history was enough to clue him in on what could be happening to them.
Meanwhile, Twoey was preening his fur, paying close attention to his head and examining it in the mirror. "Hey, I have a couple of scars. Would that be a problem? They're not too noticeable unless you look closely..."