Line in the sand

The small, dark wolf had been making adjustments to her cart when the call from Zee rang out. "Just a minute," was her reply. If she stopped in the middle of this process, she'd have to start all over later. Deft paws stretched the skin. sliding the catch over top of one protruding pole. When the loud bellow of Sirius rang out, also calling her name, the woman's concentration slipped. The taut skin jerked her forward, slicing open her soft paw pad on the wooden pole. Iolaire inhaled with a sharp hiss. What was so fucking important?

Her current project a failure, Iolaire stalked in the direction of the calls. Blood stained the ground with every step. The woman's eyes blazed fire as she came upon the pair. Anger at her injury brought out a growled, "What?" That was before it registered that Zee was on the ground crying. The healers head have a tilt and she limped forward. "What's going on, Zee?"

As Io attempted to get the woman to her feet, she shot a look at Sirius. "What happened?" Of course she'd heard them bickering. Who hadn't? She didn't know what it was about, however. All she needed to know was what was wrong so she could fix it.