Horizon Ridge Blue is the warmest color

"Hold still if you can," were the Delta's final words before she positioned herself above Pump, studying the area of her muzzle where the quills were embedded. There were four, with three of them thrust rather deeply into the flesh and one just barely dangling from her lip. Pied decided to go after this one first.

Trying to be gentle, she plucked the tip of the quill in her teeth and tugged. She felt resistance and paused. Realizing the pain might cause Pump to complain or even try to move away, she then pulled before she had the chance. The Delta stumbled back a step, then spat the freed quill onto the ground.

"One down, three to go. Better than starving to death, huh?" Pied said with equanimity while re-positioning herself to go after the first of the more deeply-buried barbs.