Porcupine Ridge spiney pine

He'd come over to her immediately, reassuring her that it was hard and even he hadn't gotten it his very first time. She let out a huff, somehow not believing him, but nodding with understanding. She knew the laws of success and failure; they sucked. But he soon had found his nose near her cheeks, and she felt them heat up wildly. She tried to edge away from him, her hotness affecting her speech right away. "No, no... I've.. I've got it," she said stubbornly, but he pulled anyway and she gave a gentle cry. It wasn't a really painful experience, but it certainly wasn't comfortable. Her friend offered to- well, kind of pled to- help her. Although she preferred to do things on her own, Jhala obliged hesitantly and sat with her tail tucked under her. "Fine..." she murmured, avoiding his gaze as he continued to pluck the quills  from her. 

The dark girl was quite embarrassed by now, and somehow the fact that it was Anwyl here with her made it even worse. But she knew he didn't really care, and reluctantly nudged him when he'd pulled all the ones from her face, leaving her chest and stomach. "Thanks.. Anwyl..." she muttered softly, her tail thumping lightly on the ground.