Spotted Eagle Mountain ein sturm brecht an

If he had to choose just one word to describe his sister, he would probably pick “combative.” But Caracal had grown up alongside her and served as her punching bag too many times to take any personal offense at her attitude. Her resemblance to a porcupine was kind of funny, though he kept his mouth shut; only his eyes laughed.

I think those look like they hurt, he answered her, moving closer and squinting at his sister’s butt. Man, there’s, like… a lot. This might take a while, at least if you want me to do it as carefully as possible. If you’d rather I just sort of quickly yank them out, I can do that too. Uh, any preferences? Caracal had a feeling, but he waited to see how she’d respond.