Lets have a talk

Sirius, in true form, licked her between the ears, spiking up her fur with spit. The small wolf growled softly and swiped at his retreating form with one paw. She then smoothed her fur, ears flat out to the sides as she shot a death glare at her sibling. He knew that she hated that, and so he made a point to do it as often as possible.

After chucking himself into the sweet smelling grass, he questioned her and Iolaire moved back into her clinical, healer mode. "Tell me about it. Let's start with the dream that you just had. Tell me about that." A lot of talking, listening and debate would be involved. The process would be arduous. It would be worth it though.

Ears flicked forward and she waited to hear what her sibling had to say. There would be no judgement involved. She wouldn't share any of the information with another soul. It would be between the pair of them and would forever stay that way.