| Taq came running up to us licking and rubbing his nose on his paw. Somehow he had slipped away and tangled with a porcupine. He brought about 50 quills home as a souvenir. It turned out to be more traumatizing for us than Taq. When we released him from our grip after the last quill was removed, he rubbed his face in the snow leaving small lines of blood. Within 30 seconds he was completely back to normal searching the trail for critters. Geoff and I shook our heads and slogged on.
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