Dragoncrest Cliffs bulldog? or pug :o

He peered at the swollen talen as if inspecting a meal that might or might not be poisoned. He decided not to worry, believing it was just the body somehow battling the bad things that came with something entering it. Surely it wasn't good, but at least his bird would not die of it. He flashed a toothy smile as an answer, lowering his muzzle to his paw as if he was kissing the hand of a rich lady, clamping his teeth around the small splinter.

When it was settled neatly between his pearly whites, he jerked his head back with a pull. The thorn came with him, forcefully removed from its host. He spat the thing back into the bushes with the hopes that some would be smarter than his Robin bird and not go walking where they must not. He kissed away the blood, cleaning the wound somewhat, before he pulled away. Let me find some good spider homes for you. Don't get it all dirty, alright?