When the girl pulled back hee hand with that little hiss of pain, Acorn couldn't help a small chuckle, exactly tge sort of chuckle you'd expect from someone with a belly armor like that, and then he shook his head.

"Lemme guess," he said, lifting a finger at her. "You're probably friends with that skinny little feather boy, aren't you? Well, missy, I got a question for you, too! Why's his mount the one getting all up in my wetzel traps in the first place? Those things are for wetzel wolves only! Sounds like someone needs to keep a better eye on their own trusty steeds."