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Sticking:
He was close to surpassing his old record as he neared some brush that put him within smelling distance of a few moving-tree-caves on the edge of the group. These had had all sorts of interesting new scents and things to see, and his curiosity drew him in. Creeping quietly through the plants, he crouched low as he came closer behind, pleased to note that the two-leggeds had been drawn away by something or other. But it wouldn't last very long; he had seen them darting in and out of the tree-caves, mobile and otherwise, like flies. He was curious, but not enough to risk being discovered.
But there was something quite interesting sitting up on one of the shelves just inside the entrance, a strange golden colored thing that was just strange in all forms, though maybe he remembered something like it from that ship…
As he mentally attempted to work through where he might have seen something like this before, he tried to ease himself up through the opening without making too much noise, reaching out trying to get a grip around the funny thing with his teeth to carry it off.
It was so slippery though! Not even his teeth could get a decent grip without the smooth…thing, sliding around in his maw as he tried to ease it out of the window to drag it away. However, there was still the gap between the shelf and the door to think about, not that the reptile had remembered. At least, not until the jar was suddenly pulled down by a lack of table and an increase in gravity. It cracked the moment it hit the ground, the noise seeming louder in the careful silence he had been trying to maintain. Whatever was inside the smooth, clear thing was leaking onto the floor now, smelling strange, though not in a bad way. It was nothing like the leaves in the forests that had such great tastes to them, and it practically set his taste buds alight with how different it felt. It was sticky though, and quite gooey, making it hard for him to open his mouth without some sort of weird squelching noise. This, was not so good, and seeing as he wasn't certain of what was happening and couldn't see the exact state of his muzzle, this was more than a little disconcerting.
The reptile spun clumsily around, managing to ram straight into the sides of the entrance before actually making it out to the forest proper, tripping over a tree root or two and spitting at the taste of dirt that seemed to be magnetized to his mouth.
It took a long, long time to get the sticky gunk off his face, and even longer to get the taste of dirt out of his mouth.