Dragoncrest Cliffs for all the sacred selfless days

how you git it ta go 'way? a pale little brow arches, her jaw tightening as she slumps her shoulders, the forelimb sagging once again — but the friction of her armpit made it worse. it burns, and she winces audibly. dis reawy ann-- annoyin' me.
cheri abruptly decides that the best thing to do is to walk it off. she rises to her feet, stumbling somewhat over the pile of dirt in front of her, beginning to pad out towards the creek which fed the glintwater. she twists her head around owl-like in a beckon, tail flashing in a wave that suggested lafayette should follow — because she certainly wasn't going alone like this; she was terribly injured!
her limp is exaggerated only by her frustration, and halfway to her desired destination, she flops down in melodramatic anguish, snot bubbling in her nostrils as tears spill over her sweltering cheeks.