Felltree Marsh tin;beetroot;carrot;ebony;fruit;copper;silk;

She was met with a soft exhalation of confusion and again she wondered if he was old enough to speak yet, a smile crossing her scarred features as her head ducked in humor. 

She glanced up, watching curiously as he investigated the ooze with the intense fascination of a boy his age. 

"Aye, i's sticky, innit?" Elve quipped softly, lifting and replacing her feet repeatedly so they squelched with each step - grinning at him in play. 

"Ya know, yer mum is prolly wonderin' where you've done run to," she murmured, still not entirely comfortable with the tot wandering alone into the world. 

"Ya need some help gettin' back t'ere?" The Sami gestured towards the direction his pack-scent lay in.