Sol opened his eyes to trees above him and the strange sensation of a bed of leaves below him and an odd sticky substance covering him. Sol attempted to wipe it off then looked around a bit to re-orient himself. He saw Mutt seemingly standing gaurd over him, and then remembered that after thier last fight Mutt had licked his own wounds and it had seemed to expidite his recovery. So Sol could assume that the odd dream he had of a slug crawling on his face, brief internal shurdder, had actul been Mutt licking him. He got up and stretched suprised at how much better he felt, it was as though he had never been in a fight to begin with. Sol tapped Mutt on the shoulder "Thanks, that saliva of yours does wonders."