"The same." Some folds his legs in, trying to get comfortable, and then scowls and unfolds enough to scrabble out of the tunic. Whatever magic had made it large enough, it hasn't made it fit for four arms. Escaping it leaves his still damp black fur all on end, but he's at least more comfortable.

"I am from-" he hesitates, trying to remember the human translation he'd worked out. "River-Eaten. Caverns, under the world."