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The doe was quick to sit with Blind as he asked, feeling almost grateful. The bones around were still eerie... but sitting almost made it worse. The moss squished against her fur as she settled down, making her shiver at the awful sensation. She was wet. And now he was, too. She glanced over at him once the sensations had finished overwhelming her, and blinked a couple times in shock. Oh, goodness. Just look at your pretty fur. She clucked her tongue as she moved her head to examine the extent of the bloody-seeming smears.

It's so messy. She hated to see the blackish red liquid marring the color of his fur, in it's pretty blues, and teals and palest yellows. If it stayed in, it could stain. She couldn't let that happen, could she? "..." She wished she could ask. But the nose she gently pressed against the other side of his flank would have to do as a substitute.

She tried to hold it, but she couldn't. The sharp exhale of mild irritation at her disability. She couldn't ask him properly, but his pale fur would be stained all on the one side if she didn't do something. And the hot-spring room would be far too crowded for her to safely navigate him into the water, if there was a place suitable for them to even stand.

She stood, paced gently around him and settled back down, staring closely at the stains on his fur. Well, if she wasn't able to find him water, she could at least help him avoid the worst of the staining. She lowered her head again, and started grooming the smears with a swift tongue.

Truth be told, the mineral-and-dust flavor didn't exactly taste that horrid. While it wasn't any sort of tasty, it could have been much, much worse. She paused every once in a while, to look at how much was left, and where it was too late to save his fur from the fate of the fake blood. Oh, well... at least he looks to be in costume? she thought as she settled back, giving him a quick glance from nose to tail to make sure she hadn't missed any of the sticky goo.

Once she had ascertained that there wasn't much more for her to do, she sat back, nodding to herself in satisfaction at her work. There, she thought, and turned her head to examine the others in the room.

At first, Inertia had not wanted to go. Acha were silly little things, and this one's game would probably collapse upon itself -- even though his plans usually did exactly the same thing, he thought himself smart enough to not go.

But then, as he was neatly swallowing a lizard, the thought that it might be fun to see just how the whole thing fell apart crossed his mind. Immediately after came the thought that it might be fun if he made the whole thing fall apart, or at least had the chance to scare the daylights out of a few impressionable Kin And just like that, he made up his mind to go.

Once he'd found his way there, late as usual, he entered the first passage to strike his fancy, and he wasn't disappointed. He peered around at all the bones, flicking his tail in amusement. Bloody skeletons. It would've been scarier had Leap First not introduced herself to him by dumping a dead bird on his head.

He prowled around, figuring out the layout of the room, then concealed himself behind a jutting rock near the entrance. The next Kin to enter the room was going to get quite a surprise.

Wings led her to the cave but a quick discerning glance proved that feathers or not, these songbirds were very much dead. Albatross didn’t understand the room. She understood it was supposed to be scary but red juices smeared on the walls and dead animals were pointless. Was this the acha’s treasure room? They were kin but foreign all the same. It was supposed to be a haunted house and spook her. If anything, she was scared. Scared at the acha’s awful taste in décor.

Head hanging low in resignation she approached the glowing skull. Fangs descended in perfect symmetry. It was some predator or rather. It didn’t matter what, death voided such importance. Upon closer inspection it was a mushroom. What if she had one for her hair? It would attract birds at night no doubt. She kicked over the skull and went about deciding the best route of removing it without smushing it.

He laughed and talked to himself. A lot. Alright then. Maybe he could be useful. “Are you familiar with mushrooms? I’m trying to get it out from the ground and put it in my hair. “ She paused to look up at him expectantly.

In and out that tongue flicked out, not quite unlike his watersnake. Seems like this buck liked to hide things, too. Albatross liked to pretend he was complimenting her hair. "Yes, it has a lot of girth to sustain objects."

Sibilant, this one, but helpful. She strained her neck out both to give the other buck a better angle and to look at his watersnake. "What's this on named? You could take the skull there for him as a second home. I can help" she whispered in a remarkably even voice. They could rob the acha a few times over before the spry little thing even took notice.