Max just laughed at the jaguar's protests. It was the easiest way to get the most water out of his fur! He still felt waterlogged through, perhaps he'd just have to let it air dry.
Scratching at his furred chest, he tilted his head a little - entirely dog-like, thanks to his wolf head - and tried to recall if he'd mentioned the gym before or not to Esfir. He always assumed he'd pitched it to everyone he met who was the target market.
"Rice Bluff, shifter gym," he offered out, words awkward on a wolf's tongue, but it wasn't as difficult to speak as it had been before he'd found out he could do the half-shift. "Reinforced equipment, mats for sparring, privacy." He turned his big head towards Esfir, ears pricked forward, wondering what she'd say.