She seized his arm to keep him from falling on the wet bark as he ran through the snarl of brandies.

His mind slid past their tough wet bark, back into a slow peace around which tree rings formed and hardened.

The smell of the vallenwood's wet bark mingled comfortably with the scent of a cozy fire.

Her hands slipped on wet leaves and wet bark, and she fell free.

Working quickly, he cut two long straight saplings, and plaited a drag litter from strips of wet bark.

He could smell the woods: wet bark, rotting leaves.

The red tassels of blossoming maples hang bright against wet black bark.

The hooked yellow claws tore a slab of wet bark from the tree trunk behind which Mintaka crouched.

Against her cheek the wet bark felt cold and rough, smelling of moss and decay.

Here and there, a splotch of burning oil spread on a tree trunk and struggled to ignite the thick, wet bark.