Cedar Sweep On the Pitch of the Avenroe Grasses

While Bronco had intended for his comments to be a deterrant so she could let him pull quills and sulk in peace, she instead approached while he pulled a few free. This then forced him to quell any instinct to whine or squeak as he pulled at two agonizingly stuck quills, which seemed to stretch the skin on his shoulder out several inches before they finally came free, letting his quill-infested shoulder skin snap back into place. This, subsequentially, left him clumsily trying to spit the quills out without getting them stuck in his tongue which he did with only moderate success, and only moments before she came close to him- almost too close- causing him to freeze. 

Possessed by the instinctive tendency to go stiff and give a harsh side-eye, Bronco froze and bared his teeth lightly as she leaned in so close he could feel her breath comb through the mess of thick fur and porcupine quills on his shoulder, but he didn't growl or pull away. He exhaled sharply and growled softly as the quills came free, but with the next breath he drew in, he found himself uttering a high and dry laugh at her comment. He glanced back up the tree, ruefully, at the porcupine which had made its way back to its chosen spot again, despite the fact that it made the top of the tree sway back and forth with its weight. "With any luck a stiff breeze'll knock that damn quill-pig down an' it'll impale itself on its own fuckin' quills," He said, falling silent swiftly as he realized his impolite slip. "Pardon my French." He said, though without a great deal of sincerity, but did seek to punish himself by wrenching another quill free, blinking and gritting his teeth as he did so. He dropped it on the ground with the others. "Name's Bronco. Sarry I'm not up to my usual level of charm but...These things-" What, admit that something hurt, to a pretty lady? She'd already seen him shake a porcupine out of a tree right down onto himself, though, so he sighed. "They're effin' stupid."