Chimera Fields as long as my mom and dad were... smiling.

"Hm?" he had been too lost in his thoughts and focusing entirely on the tree that he failed to notice her. Twisting his neck awkwardly, he spies the woman interested in frogs. "Hua..." Holland says now, though doesn't turn. She laughs, wondering what he was doing.

His front claws are prickly and with splinters, but a small pile is growing. "Gathering" the medic replies, lifting a paw to lick idly at it "bark" he adds for her benefit. The process is a lot like collecting moss. He will skin the tree like a cat clawing a post. "what are you doing?" he directs it back to her.