Doeflame
At Dawnstar's call, Doeflame walked towards the Grimpeak, wincing as the cuts on her stomach were stretched slightly. The poultice on them felt weird; she half wanted to lick it off. Unfortunately, it was important, so she had to deal with it. Finding a good place in the crowd, Doeflame was about to sit down but hesitated.
Yeah, that'd probably hurt. Suppose I'll have to stand then. Her paws would ache by the end of the meeting, Doeflame predicted with a grumble. It better be worth it.