Something Prickly

However dire the need to remove the thorns from her eye, Xi’nuata was not fond of the idea of any other than her lead being close to her face. A nudge by a muzzle was a considerably different instance, whereas the gesture was instigated in trust and would only last for a brief moment of the glance. But this… what the female intended, was far longer than what she considered comfortable. Though the alternative of facing blindness was not to her liking either. Lowly, the warrior mumbled to herself with tail flicking in thought as she pondered what was best. A guided walk to her own borders might have done her better (at least for her pride), however she had seen what harm came from leaving damage untreated for a duration. Still her lip quivered, dislodging a small thorn from the flesh. Ignoring its sting she settled instead for a gradual sit, folding her haunches beneath her heavy frame as her head lowered to rest between her shoulders. A defensive posture, but an awkward accommodating one none the less. “Just the eye…”