Bramblepoint a pathological disgrace

Huh? Paschar whipped his head around when he heard a soft wolf, a thorn he'd just picked out still held between his pearly white teeth. What he saw standing at the edge of the hollow was a silky black furred woman, beautiful with cool blue eyes. Once again he found himself in the company of a beautiful woman, it was just his luck. Hey pffftts- He started to greet her but had forgotten about the thorn in his mouth and he'd almost swallowed it. In a quick wide eyed motion, the boy spat it out, licking around his mouth to remove the taste.

After an awkward of spitting out brambles, the agouti child looked back up to the sleek furred woman and gave her a sheepish smile. Sorry bout that. He said, his plushy tail swishing side to side across the ground.