Panther Park when rome's in ruins, we are the lions free of the coliseums

His eyebrows lifted in surprise when she accepted his offer to remove the thorn. But he quickly recovered, replacing the surprise with serious concentration as he lowered his muzzle to her paw. His gaze met hers briefly to ensure she was ready. Unless she stopped him, he gently grasped the free end of the then between his incisors and quickly pulled it from her paw pad. He spit it on the ground, careful to aim it away from them both, and then he returned his attention to her paw where a pool of blood had formed over the hole made by the the thorn. You okay? he asked hesitantly, knowing a thorn was probably one of the lesser dangers for them to run into here but still concerned regardless.