They're solid. I carried them through the swamp a few miles out, I think they'll be fine.

[One big green hand touches the creature and leaves a smear of green things on the creature's fur.]

You said the deer drink blood? They're vampires?

[His features darken considerably as he stares at the creature's body. It's hard for him to turn off those instincts - destroy the black, destroy the rot. One hand hovers toward it and he lowers it.]

...I haven't observed them in the wild eating any of the plant life. Though some of the local flowers seem to have evolved defenses mechanisms that are...very impressive.

[Like the one that gave him an electric shock. I've been far too focused on my own problems. I need to remember how to do real science.

He stares at his hands in frustration and clenches his teeth.]

Let me get a jar for you. Where do you keep them?