Whitefish River be sure to treasure it

As the grasses fell, he followed them to confirm that at a glance it seemed like any other grass to him. Blade-like, smelled like plant, which all checked out. Melaine pointed out the sap specifically, noting that to be where the medicinal properties stemmed from. Supposedly. He had been able to get caught up in just mindlessly zoning out to the thoughts about who figured out this sticky plant could do this, if it really did, to what extent.. and whatever else. It wasn't noise in his head about dead packmates or dead-end searches, so it was welcome enough to him.

Her motions distracted him again, and he blinked as it stuck right to him, just as advertised. The sensation of its stickiness on his fur registered soon after. Hey... he managed, still looking at the plant before the quick shift was made to her. He was a half step behind on picking up the pace she was trying to set here, but he was coming. Tag she said, and it clicked.

First he thought about swiping a sticky blade for himself to retaliate properly, but she had said they tasted bad--and he didn't want to trash them in case they really were super useful or necessary, so, next option that came to mind was going to have to do. There was little warning but he was into motion in the next breath and aiming a playful nip at her shoulder, still wearing his sticky grass badge of it. He was most accustomed to playing with his brothers, but he didn't know how Melaine would take it yet so he was trying not to overdo it--but still show that he was dreadfully game to follow through if she was going to goad him.