"To climb?" He just shakes his head as he watches her, whistling softly, but not crudely, in admiration, to himself. Wow. She was... excellently made. As she wrapped around the tree, he tried to remember anything at all about dryads. Nope. But he really needed to read more. Yep.

Because.

Wow.

he slid closer, listening, watching her, and curious at what she was doing, how she was doing it. She seemed a little like a mutant.