Walnut's eye's widened in shock, fear, and pain as the shard stabbed through the top of his paw, ripped further upwards, and finally was forced out. Walnut was so shocked the he didn't even squeak in pain.
Thistle looked at the shard. It was now stained with blood, and dripping onto the grass. Thistle looked back to Walnut's paw. Aside from the gash in the top and bottom, it didn't look too bad.
"Walnut-roo, can you stand? I'm sorry for rushing you, but the blood might attract elil." Thistle said, concern evident in his voice. Thistle, taking a closer look at the paw, thanked Frith, silently. The shard hadn't struck bone.
"I- I think so.. Thistle-rah.." Said Walnut. He pushed himself up on his left forepaw, awkwardly righted himself, then gentally placed his right forepaw on the grass.
"It hurts, but I think I can move..." Walnut added. He pressed down a little harder, squeaked after feeling a twinge of pain, but kept his paw on the ground.
"Thank Frith." Thistle said, relieved. "You need to keep it clean. We can't risk it getting infected. But first, we need to get away from here."