Swiftcurrent Creek Momma 'Lette will patch ya up.

Sympathy was exactly what she had hoped for. She tried not to be dramatic, so as to earn skepticism, but the ache in her ribs, and the pain she showed for it was clear and realistic. The claw marks along her cheekbone stretched from her canine and back toward her jawline, fanning wide enough apart to have clearly belonged to an adult. She had little enthusiasm when Arlette came to hover over her, having been thoroughly tired out from the journey back. 

Normally, she might have grumbled at Arlette for coming so close, but presently, all she could do was a weak whine; anything much louder would have caused more pain along her right side where Arric had smacked her. She moved one paw closer to the woman, as if to invite her in for a rare moment in which she sought some affection.

With two fast flashes of her teeth, she indicated the man, who often earned a show of her teeth whenever she caught his eye. She reached to gesture toward her ribs with her nose but yelped, to feel a jolt of pain go through her side. She lay her head back down and sighed softly. No matter how she held herself, or how she lay, her ribs ached. There was no end to it, and it made her miserable.