How could it be that one so accustomed to the forest could be even slightly plagued by it? Then again... even saying that, 'twas his own fault, when it came to it. He was, after all, the one that had not even paid a care to walking through a particularly bushy area. And thus, with that, did broken pieces of leaves and branches dot the black hair upon his head and the bushy fur of his tail in particular, along with a few other random places upon him.
'Normal people,' as they said, wouldn't have had this much of a problem; that much he was certain. No, they could probably just brush it off their clothes and out of their hair and be done with it. For him, it wasn't such an easy task, at least with his tail, but he barely seemed to pay it a mind all the same.
A light yawn escaped his lips as he found what appeared to be a refuge of sorts, a place where he could just stop and remove some of the forest's 'gifts' without worrying about picking up much more of it. So he did, dropping down to a seated position without a care, his tail shifting into his lap so he could start carefully picking out bits of leaves and wood. Much of which was particularly persistent, but little sparks of fire that apparently ignored his fur took care of those.
And... oh, there was another here, or so his nose told him. Blinking once, he cocked his head a little to the side and turned his eyes straight to the other here, apparently knowing just where to find them.
"Oh... hope this isn't a private spot or anything? Just taking care of some of these leaves and such that've gotten stuck, and... hm, probably getting something to eat soon..." he considered somewhat thoughtfully, catching a faint scent of some of it.