Phoenix Maplewood What Are You Doing?

Shaking her head and giggling out of pure ecstasy, Grace scooted closer and used her front paws to search through his fur; balancing on her hindquarters was awkward but had become easy over the time. 
      "I don't think ingestion would do anything, but I know for a fact scratches won't hurt you unless it were to get infected." 
Finding a thorn, Grace hooked two claws around it and pulled straight out as to not rip anymore flesh. She tried to keep sight of it, to see if it was bleeding and she would need moss or cobwebs, but once retracting her paws from his fur it was too late. His fur fell back into place and she decided he would be fine unless  the blood seeped through. She tossed the bloody thorn back into the bush and started looking for others.
           "I'm sure you're fully aware of how to keep a wound clean."