At Lock~jaw’s words the old garou perks up a little more,

“Well sonny, we would pack 20 men to a transport and I seen them nips once mount a cannon on a captured terrapin, turning it into a tank. These days I suppose you could mount anything to one given the right equipment. An what cha mean you seen them nips massing on the shores?”

The idea of nips on the shores, seems to breath new life into the old soldier as he leans forward in his seat listening intently to the young claith, his size increasing as he changes from homid to glabro for the first time in years.