animal smells and porcupine quills

Sitri saw him hesitate and he tilted his muzzle closer and waited for him to start pulling them out. He dug his meaty paws into the ground to control his flight or fight reaction, that he was sure would come eeking into his veins.

Sitri gasped in pain as sharp pain shot up his muzzle, but he didn't say anything and he didn't bite. He closed his eyes tight and waited for Mordecai to finish with the other things, not expecting any words or warnings. He just wanted them out.

Sitri chuckled darkly and moved to glance at his muzzle. It was swollen, he would need a healer to look at it, but otherwise he was good. Thank you Mordecai. I don't like those little beasties. He straightened out his legs and shook his fur and he put his nose down to the ground, one small whine was all that escaped at the discomfort.