You gather up the fluff and place it carefully at the guardian's feet. A breeze moves it to rest gently against a long, clawed paw. At the touch of the fluff, the guardian recoils!
"You dare to carry the feind's wool about like some common trinket!? Be gone, before he feels the part of him that is missing, and comes to find it at my door! Take it, and go! Go!" The guardian rears up on legs(?) and surges toward you.
You escape through the foliaged columns.