You're good. I understand)
Luna glanced at her father, shaking her head. She then got up and went over to him. "Sit down," she ordered. She nosed at his injured paw, and she could not stop herself from chuckling. "Not a sting, but a rather large thorn," she said. She grabbed the thorn with her teeth and yanked it out. She spat it onto the ground. It was huge.