Ocean's Breath Plateau nosebleed? ew.

Holy, sh-- 

The stranger seemed to fly from the foliage, as if he were one of the damned sky vermin, too! It shocked Domi, to say the least, and the instinctive crinkling of her nose made the pinching even worse. Now she feared that if she relaxed her face they'd surely pull the fur right out at the root. Little help here, she called to the smiling face. He seemed kind enough, and if he was hanging around here, Domi thought it safe to assume he knew Ty. She'd have to ask when she didn't have stickies on her snout. 

Tell you what, you help me get these -- ouch -- help me get these damn stickers off my face and we can go bird huntin'. Whaddya say?