Grouse Thicket What was her name again

Zeke absolutely hated feeling like a pitiful baby, but it was how he felt right now. He looked up at the pale grey female as she spoke healer, a completely unknown language to him. He knew it would sting, it wasn't the first time he'd gotten stabbed with something sharp, but he secretly was dreading the moment when she'd wrench it from his paw. I'll be fine I've had worse, just take it out already. He said, the stinging pain making him feel bitter. The shale grey male braced himself, trying not to look too worried about it. He was a warrior after all and warriors don't cry over thorns in their paws.