Freedom Fighters

The day had finally come. A day that she thought would never arrive, thanks to her brother's stubborn nature. It took him a few tries to realize that she was right, but eventually he had done so and had begun to take it easy on his broken leg. He'd been den-ridden after straining the injury and it served him right. She had told him so, after all. Today was his release date, however, and the small woman made her way towards the giants den to hopefully give him the good news.

Padding into the mouth of the den, the tiny dame flashed a slight grin. It was the first time she was seeing Sirius in a while. Since the bite to her face, Io had been avoiding everyone. Now that it was mostly healed, you could barely see the marks beneath her white and silver fur. What you could see what a crescent shaped scar on her lower lip. It would be the only remnant of the encounter with the coyotes. Belle had been lucky too. Io had acted quickly and so the woman wouldn't scar, though there might be some lines of harder skin below the ruff of fur about her neck.

"I'm proud of you." She leaned against the mouth of the den. She meant it, of course, but there was a bit of humor in the statement. Moving forward, Iolaire pulled a knife from her bag; one of the treasures that she'd found on the old battlefield while rummaging with Lucretia. Wasting no time, she stuck the edge between the cast and her siblings leg. With a pop, the cast cracked and Io made short work of removing it completely. The little healer inspected the leg, prodding it and bending it. Her look was serious and she gave a shake of her skull, indicating that there was bad news just to be a jerk. Instead, she said, "You made it. Clean bill of health. You're free to do as you please." She swept one leg outward towards the mouth of the den. "Run. Be free." With a chuckle, she emptied the mouth of the den so that he could come out into the world.