Swiftcurrent Creek Keep your heart 'cause I already got one

Bite his paw off? Mae hoped he was joking. She bent to inspect his paw without waiting for permission, all business for the moment. She had to sniff around his paw to pinpoint the source of the blood, and even then she wasn't sure what exactly was wrong until her whiskers brushed the thorn. It took a second pass through the smallest whiskers beneath her nose to identify it.

A thorn. She could have laughed.

Instead she said grimly, Yep, gonna have to come off. Hold still, Three-Paws. Mae didn't wait for him to react before she gripped the thorn between her front teeth and yanked it out.