The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

She grumbled quietly to herself when she heard the other wolf's voice, disappointed that she'd not been able to get the thorn out yet, and that the other had probably heard that horrible sound she'd just made. She lost her patience and dug at the flesh around her claw until she weeded it out of the skin, clipping that particular claw short in the process. The nailbed bled, but she'd just have to tend to that later. 

"Yah yah, I'm fine," She said, sitting up and licking her lips where a couple droplets of blood had collected on her whiskers. "Jutht thethe damn thornth," She said said ruefully. The worst part was that she'd still have some distance to go before getting out of the woods. "Uh, you know a quickuh way to get outa here that'th leth prickly?" She asked.