Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160207214233/@comment-27669385-20160213231108

Thistletuft grunted as he picked at a thorn stuck in his paw-pad. "Blasted prickles..." He muttered, grasping the thorn firmly with his teeth and tugging it out. He rasped his tongue over his pad, wincing at the taste of blood.