Swiftcurrent Creek Keep your heart 'cause I already got one

Hirundo whimpered, but did as he was told. He dropped the bird on the ground before sitting down himself, delicately raising his injured paw for inspection. He'd gotten into scrapes hunting before, but nothing quite so insidiously small and painful as a thorn.

Will I have to bite my paw off? Hirundo said mournfully. (The paw in question was mostly fine, save for the nasty thorn wedged through the webbing.) My uncle lost an eye hunting an elk, and they all called him Eyeball after that. I guess I'd have to be Three-Paws.