animal smells and porcupine quills

Sitri heard the hiss of pain from Mordecai, in respect to his own. It did sting, but it was nothing compared to some of the wounds he had, so he could deal with it. He looked cross eyed at the wound trying to decide if he could do anything with it, if he tried to get them himself, he would push them further in.

Sitri nodded Don't like porcupines! Bad devils. Sitri saw him looking them over and he wondered if Mordecai could pull them out. At the mention of a cold spring he shook his head No can you pull them out. Sitri won't bite back, just wants them out. Continue hunting. he grew quiet again and waited.

He sat down and studied his face as best he could with crooked crossed eyes. He could get a few of them pulled out he imagined. He was loathe to cut their hunting trip short. They needed the food, winter was fast coming and it would not do any good to not have the caches full.