Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

A lot of questions already. That was good, however — a knowing smile flits across her expression.
Cobwebs are simple enough, her head tilts to the ground. Slowly, she raises up on shadowstilt legs, weaving through thorny shrubs as she examines a nearby tree. A silkweb lies just between roots, and crawling along its edge is a little black spider. you just gotta pick up a leaf, or, like, a twig, she snuffles at the ground before landing on a little mauve oak leaf, nipping it between her incisors. an' wait fo' it to climb on. sure enough, the spider falls into the trap; she places the leaf down a yard away, arachnid attached, and weaves a chunk of the sticky web around a small stick. See? Honey's not so easy though. Usually, you gotta have somebody with you as a decoy to distract the bees. Oooor, if you're brave, you could find some rhododendron and try to lure 'em and poison 'em.
Still carrying her cobweb spoils — because it'd be stupid to waste such perfectly good material — she pads around the sea of spikes and rocks in search of a particular little green plant. Nettle grows beside streams and trails and stuff. Wooded areas. Solid green, pointy, and the leaves have little barb-y things. They get tall, too, so sometimes you might need help harvesting it. There should be some here... in a patch of soft brown soil near a pathway, there lies exactly what she's looking for — a small nettle bush, tiny white blooms bursting from between the jagged-edged leaves. like this. This here is nettle. See how it's got the, like, little stabby leaves? she points with an extended paw. That's how you know you've got yourself a nettle plant. They bloom in the spring and summer, and the seeds show up in the fall. They're all useful.
And then, the age-old question: when are pups no longer pups and more like teenagers? That depends on who you ask, to that, a breathy laugh. most people would probably say six to eight months. They grow, like, super fast though. Like little beanstalks.
Leaping up onto a nearby log, her legs tuck up into a sit. Moss and fungi eat away at the darkened wood, and she brushes a paw against it. I'm slowly learning how to identify this, too, a pointed look to the mask-wearer. fungi.