Ayla rolled her shoulder, gingerly setting her paw down in the snow and jerking it up again when a shooting pain ran up the length of her leg. She hissed through her teeth but persevered. The sooner she could work normally again the sooner her mother would stop forcing the bitter plants down her throat. The whole experience had left the child with a scowl on her face. While the snow did ease a considerable amount of the pain, the longer she spent laying around the tighter the limb grew and it wasn't like she could relax anyway with all that infernal honking in the distance. She wanted to see what was making the noise, not lay there staring at the same old oak that she had stared at all her life.
With a heavy puff of dragon's breath she put her paw on the ground again, gritting her teeth through the pain and forcing weight through the leg. She tested it once, then twice before heading towards the distant noises. Her steps on that foot might have been shorter than the other three limbs but she was up and moving, and the more she walked the easier it got (though she'd probably pay for pushing herself tonight - but that was a problem for future Ayla).