Emberwood Or a sum of your parts just hanging in the air?

Thorleif stumbled out of the thick brush and into the pack.  Panting, wet, and covered in the semi dry remains of aquatic plants, he tossed several fishes of various sizes onto the ground.  His jaw was tired from carrying the fish, but seeing the other wolves lifted his spirits.  "Hello there!", panted Thorleif.  "I've brought some food!"  Too tired to notice the two new wolves, he began to sniff at the fish he had just dropped to see which he should take for himself.

Whilst jerking his head to and fro, a dried peice of green plant material fell off his head and landed amongst the fish.  Thorleif lept back in shock.  "Did one of those fishes... turn into a plant?", thought Thorleif.  He stared at it in disbelief.  He muttered.  "This fish is cursed." 

Thorleif cautiously lowered his head to the dried plant and gingerly picked it up.  In one swift movement, he tossed the plant backwards into the bushes.  Finally content, he looked up at the other wolves and wondered what they were staring at.