-Crack!-<br/><br/>The unmistakably violent sounds of a sentient creature making their way through the dense jungle reverberated off and through the trees like a clarion call to everything that 'i am here'.<br/><br/>Valspan smacked his lips in anticipation,  his vines rustling as they slowly uncoiled and began to feel for tremors of movement.  They'd help when he got closer to whatever was making that racket.<br/><br/>Of course then he hear quite the scuffle,  even as he crept closer. Just as he came into sight,  some rocks blocking his view,  whoever it was collapsed!<br/><br/>"That's no good! I can't ask questions if they're unconscious.  Oh!  Perfect!  This one looks very fishy!"<br/><br/>He laughed to himself as he slowly drew over the unconscious shaman,  his vines sliding over her form,  tasting her.<br/><br/>"Mmm, yes very much like a fish but... Also very feminine!  A hint of magic.... Nature too.  Some kind of Hmmm....naturalist?  Gah, this is why they need to be awake!  I need names for these tastes I'm sensing!"<br/><br/>The catfish woman was slowly lifted off the ground,  the vines encircling her countless times,  wrapping her every limb,  working underneath her clothing, although he refrained from going any further, yet,  since he wanted to clarify her external flavours first.<br/><br/>"Oy! oyoyoyoyoy! Wake uuuup!  I have questions fishy miss!"  He called to her,  trying to gently shake her awake,  but it was much more like a rocking motion. Then if she did awaken,  she was tightly bound by strong tendrils so it might feel claustrophobic.