Spotted Eagle Mountain ein sturm brecht an

Sphyra wasn't really looking forward to asking Crackle to help her sort out those thorns, but she knew she had no other choice. Well, actually, she did have a choice, and she decided as she reached the path that she would try to do it herself first. If all else failed, then she could always ask Crackle. Then again, he'd be laughing the whole way through, whether she succeeded or not. Maybe she should just accept life with thorns in her butt.

Before Sphyra could actually set any plans in motion — whether it was walking away without having the thorns removed, trying to do it herself, or asking Caracal — Caracal offered to do it. Sphyra scoffed and said, What do you think? She was sort of glad that Caracal had offered, honestly, but she didn't want him to know that. Sphyra shook her body — and winced as it sent a spike of pain towards her hindquarters — and then turned her butt towards Crackle, waiting impatiently while getting ready for a spike of pain. She'd fallen into brambly places more often as a kid, she knew the drill.