Too caught up in his own rant, Caine's gaze snapped over to Ace when he appeared. In his defense, there was quite a bit of that blackness over his ears which wasn't helping his ability to hear at the moment. That also accounted partially for just how loud the man was currently being. Something about their other traveling companion finding them before he'd had a chance to clean off just made the indignant little fire in his belly burn all the brighter.<br/><br/>Apparently," he glared at Dane, "He didn't take note of that part." Caine brought up one hand, wiping the sludge out of his hair only to glare at his gloved hand at the foul smelling, oil-like substance. "I didn't get a single damned warning before I ended up-" he motioned to himself, the expression of a doused cat still across what had been a once smiling face.<br/><br/>The other man looked bored, mild annoyance coming into his dull gaze as Caine just kept at it. Sure, 'Crusty' was to the point and apparently lacking any small sense of humor, but it was quite clear which of the two had an easier time of keeping their heads. Or at least more practice. He took in a deep breath and, at Ace's last question, he motioned upwards.<br/><br/>"Webs. I wouldn't recommend sleeping under them. There'll be more of them, and that's nothing you want to mess with. It'll go bad in a hurry." In between the thick trailing canopy were thin, very hard to see netting of the creature's web. It was almost impossible to see without a bit of light, the trails translucent. What would be easier to pick out were the scorched patches, here and there, where the spiders had done a bit of hunting. They'd simply wait to douse their prey and ignite them, eating the ashes and whatever well cooked mass was left.<br/><br/>He trailed his eyes over the snake and gave a nod of his head, surprised that Ace hadn't tried the biggest piece of game he could. He'd come off as that type. He urged his sluggish horse forwards and trotted it past Caine. Slipping off, he knelt down by the spider and looked over it for a moment before he reached back onto his belt and pulled out a small glass vial with a cork which he removed with his teeth. Scooping some of the gunk into it, he sealed it back up and tucked it away. Caine scoffed.<br/><br/>"Well, gee, if you wanted some for a keepsake you could just sort of wring out my hair." His spited icy gaze watched the other man blatantly ignore him as he began ripping off the two hind legs of the animal. Caine raised a brow as he got back onto his horse and slid the legs under his leg to keep them secure. With a deep breath, Dane looked back to Ace.<br/><br/>"If we find someplace that looks halfway in the clear, I suggest we go there. It'll bring its own set of problems, but I'd rather not have us all set on fire. I doubt it would do anything to improve his mood." Which was a dry, terribly droll poke at the other. He received a scoff as he turned his horse back onto the trail to move them along. Caine reluctantly began to follow, still trying to clean off the  gunk that he was quite sure would need scrubbed off of him. He doubted he'd be able to stand the smell for much longer, which was somewhere between lamp oil and soured meat. He huffed an annoyed breath.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't imagine much eats them," Caine muttered. "Or can, for that matter. Would explain how scarce the life has been here." He was trying to move his focus away from how uncomfortable he was, though his tone had gone somewhat flat. "It's about the only good part of this I can imagine at all." He pulled a hand away from his hair, watching the sticky strands that collected. He looked utterly pissed for a moment and glared ahead.<br/><br/><br/><br/>It was only a short while before Dane dropped his head ever so slightly, staring ahead through the darkening path.<br/><br/>"Trees are starting to break. Wouldn't want to go much further at this hour. We'll have to take what we can get."<br/><br/>What they could get turned out to be a rocky bit of raised ground. A few roots were raised here and there, obviously unable to go further into the ground. It was covered with a bit of dirt and moss which wasn't the most ideal for sleeping, but it also didn't have any hint of webbing stretching from one part to the next. This was the first thing Dane checked for, looking up as he walked his horse cautiously forward. Then, he turned his gaze around. There was a small game path that came and went near the far end, but not much else.<br/><br/>Caine didn't seem to care much, instantly sliding down off his horse. His once well groomed hair was now spiked and twisted with the gunk that he'd be working out the rest of the night. He made it over towards the edge of the clearing, tying his horse onto one of the trees. He'd been scraping the gunk off the best he could, but he wanted nothing more than to sit down in the dirt and trying to find something that would take the rest of it off.<br/><br/>Dane turned his horse back towards Ace and he held out a hand.<br/><br/>"I said I'd dress and cook. I'll get the fire going as well once I find something that'll burn long enough." The man hadn't forgotten his offer that he'd made hours ago.