The plant is soft beneath his hooves, abundant and overgrown. A few steps here and there, each crushed leaf releasing a soothing scent that fills him with warmth. His head lowers to nibble at one, their fuzziness tickling his palate and their sweetness enticing him to eat his fill. He drops to roll, legs kicking up in pleasure, and when he rises there are dozens of half-crushed leaves stuck on his scales--he's a hedgenettle too now, isn't he?