Foul Temper

Still she didn't speak. When he threw himself to the ground, however, she sat, curling her thick, snow dipped tail around one hip. He spoke, whining first about the cast and then he spoke of what was truly bothering him. The woman released a soft snort. As if she would leave him. He was no different than a pup right now in both condition and disposition.

Zee had gone due to anger at the warlords actions, this she knew. There was nothing wrong with it. The woman simply needed time to cool down. Once she did, she would return. Of that, Iolaire had no doubt. She agreed with the woman's anger, but wouldn't admit to it unless asked. Zee knew that Iolaire had a great dislike for slavery but she didn't think Sirius knew.

The woman waited for him to continue speaking. Maybe he would feel better after he vented a bit. She hoped so for the sake of the brutes companions.