Neverwinter Forest and his throat burns from the screaming

as she begins cleaning the tree sap from his fur, though, he relaxes a little more. she is within killing range now and if she wanted to hurt him she'd have undoubtedly done so by this point, he tells himself. frankly, it feels...nice. it has been a long time since he's been groomed by anyone else and without intending it, the tension in his shoulders and muscles ebbs away piece by piece. her question comes, for wintersbane, at least, out of the blue and he turns his head to glimpse at her as he contemplates it, letting out a low, perhaps amused snort. "neither to be honest," he says but assuming that wasn't a real option he sighs. "probably tree sap. ingest enough ocean water and it could kill you." and as far as the tundrian was aware tree sap might taste awful depending on the tree but it couldn't kill you ( but he was no botanist so what did he know? ).