Grouse Thicket What was her name again

The male let out a frustrated noise, but then, to her surprise, bowed his head. She stepped forward, slowly and calmly, knowing that this male was guarding his kill and not wanting to startle him into attack. He gave her a smile, and, feeling less tense, she took another couple of steps closer. He grumbled something about having stepped on a thorn, she bent her head and looked at the paw. 
"I'l have to take the thorn out first- it might sting. It doesn't look to bad, but a poultice might stop it from geting infected. I think I saw some herbs on my way here that may help-" She paused, looking up at him. "Is it okay if I take it out?" If he let her, she would remove the thorn, then return the the small glade she had seen the tiny shoot of green. Locusts having decimated this area too, there might not be enough left to help this wolf- but she would do her best.