Sun Mote Copse Just like dust we settle in this town

"Sap," Wraen made her second guess, which - in fact - had been her first one not said aloud. "It comes from trees - many kinds - and insects get stuck to it and die," she explained. "And I remember mom telling me a true story of, where one of our ancestors got stuck to a massive patch of the tree sap and could not be removed from it for days," she spun the tale out of thin air, but did with a confidence and without so much as a blink. "And since it was winter, the other packmates kept the poor chap fed and warm, until spring came, he began to shed his fur and was finally free. But that furry tree was still a reminder of his ordeal."

Feeling in the mood Wraen added a victorious finishing touch: "And with this in mind - it fits your disgusting description per-fect-ly. Does not matter, what other stuff you got in mind, 'cause that wolf could have died, you know."