Dimitri does pick at the tacky bit of fur, curious as to what he's feeling. Not crimson like blood, no, but a strange opaque and sticky substance. Brain matter, maybe? Poison, perhaps, though he doesn't think these creatures were capable of that. Spores or pollen is only other guess, inspecting the flecks of it left over on his hand.

He attempts to pull out the leg it is holder closer between claws to inspect it further. He considers this might not be the wisest idea, too, but he's too curious for his own good now. "Something is stuck to its fur," he mentions. "Though I can't make out what. Perhaps something left behind by one of those creatures?"