Barepaw and pregnant in the den

Iolaire, a night owl as always, had just fallen asleep when the call rang out. She'd been working well into the night and was rather exhausted. She considered rolling over and going back to sleep. There was a sense of urgency to the call though. So, with a groan, she pushed herself to her paws, grabbed her pack and made her way towards Sirius and Zees den.

She could smell the vomit before she arrived and her nose wrinkled slightly. Okay. So someone was ill. No big deal. She yawned, coming upon the pair. Her fur was askew, but oh well. "What's the trouble?" She eyed Zee lying off to the side and moved towards the horned woman.