The Trees Bleed

The purple lady follows him as Ricin moves toward one of the strange trees. As he asks about if they really bleed, Duchess moves around the trunk and points to a spot. The blue pup quickly appears next to the smaller wolf and scrutinizes the dried red stuff. Crimson eyes narrow as the pup turns his head from side to side, trying to figure out what this thick red stuff could be. Ricin nods at Duchess’s assessment and says, “It’s so weird.” Then the purple wolf sniffs the bark and pulls her claws through it. WHOA! The light pup jumps back a step as the thick, viscous fluid oozes slowly from the bark. Duchess jokes about it being sticky and Ricin, needing to know exactly what this stuff is, moves forward to poke his nose into the middle of it. He tries to sniff the stuff and instantly regrets it. Some of thick, sticky stuff goes up one of his nostrils and Ricin jumps back, hollering, “AH!! IT’S ATTACKING ME!!” Ducking his head, the pup tries to use his paws to get the sticky stuff off but only ends up spreading it across his muzzle. He sneezes and shakes his head until the nostril is cleared. Looking to the purple lady, he says, “Well. It smells horrible.” The goofy smile that rests on his face adds to his comical appearance as the resin now coats his muzzle and paws.

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