Ocean's Breath Plateau nosebleed? ew.

Clock's grin faded to a look of concern when he saw that the other wolf was trying to get his help with something. He trotted over to her, coughing feathers out of his mouth as he went, and inspected the stickers stuck deep in her snout. They were causing her to grimace in a way that Clock found amusing. "Of course I'll help you," he said valiantly. "Just hold still..." Gingerly, he grasped one of the stickers between his delicate incisors and plucked it from her. His eyes gleamed with happy triumph, but when he tried to spit it out, the sharp spikes on it clung to his upper lip. After a few shakes of his head, though, he got it to come free. Laughing a little at himself, and looking a bit sheepishly at the other wolf, he carefully pulled another off of her snout. So many she-wolves around here, he thought to himself contemplatively. "I'm Clock, by the way," he greeted as he reached forward for another snicker. "Almost done here..."