Ouroboros Spine if you scratch my back

"Dead animals don't fall from the sky," he growled. His ear twitched. How she could not understand that the rabbit at his feet belonged to him was incomprehensible for the brown bear. He stared at her as she rambled about wanting to play, the words almost falling on deaf ears for how much he considered them. "Here," he gestured to the burrs irritating him still. "Pick these out for me." He waited then, to see if she would do as she was bid. Indeed, he had been raised not to question his leader, but he could not fathom what use she had seen to accept this one into their ranks.