He put up his arm to save his face.

It speared his arm in fifty places and he could not save his face, so he tried to get down, but the Kahk came faster, lashing him; then he lost his hold and dropped.

His leg was broken and his arm was swelled up for half a year.
They are very poisonous.

He nearly died." "Well, I can at least chop him down," and Rolf took the axe.
"Wah!" Quonab said, "no; my father said you must not kill the Kahk, except you make sacrifice and use his quills for household work.

It is bad medicine to kill the Kahk." So the spiny one was left alone in the place he had so ably fought for.
But Skookum, what of him?
He was set free at last.