Jason had begun a shaky walk back to the ship, but was having a hard time. His mind was blurring slightly from arousal, and he stopped to orient himself. He breathed heavily, but didn't notice that his ankles had become ensnared with vines. They weren't the same vines that had gotten him earlier, these belonged to a massive carnivorous plant that resembled a large venus flytrap. The vines began twining up his legs, but Jason thought they were merely the touches he had been feeling earlier. He only realized his peril when he felt his arms trapped. He squirmed, but his limbs were held fast. He'd used too much energy earlier, and without water, he couldn't transform. He opened his muzzle to call for hep, but a vine snared it as well, holding it shut. He hadn't seen Noar, so he thought he was alone.