animal smells and porcupine quills

Mild powerplay/glossing over of him trying to pull them out; if it's not cool, PM me and I'll make the necessary edits. ;)

Turning his head back to Sitri, Mordecai was not that surprised that the hunter didn't want to stop their pursuit. Instead, he suggested that Mordecai tried to pull the quills from his muzzle. For a moment, he considered telling him that it was what they all said, but felt sure that the joke would have been lost. Instead, he let out a noisy breath and stepped in closer, hesitating as though to give the opportunity for Sitri to rescind the offer.

When that rescind didn't come, Mordecai carefully reached out and held fast to the closest quill to him, one that seemed to not have hit its mark as well as the many other. Grasping it between his teeth, the Ostrega pulled it free quickly, stepping back and dropping it. He smiled crookedly, not being a medic. There would be no warning from him, just a steady plucking of what he could. His bedside manners could have probably done with some work.

A few minutes later, and Mordecai spat the last quill from his teeth with a manner of distaste. “Guess that'll have to do,” he said, tilting his head at the shoddy handiwork. He didn't think it gave Sitri much comfort in having them removed, but it hopefully wouldn't hinder him as much. “Kind of a suitable look for you, I suppose. Goes with the scars.” In truth, it really didn't help Sitri's appearance much, but Mordecai was hardly one to judge.