things can really get rough when you go it alone

Sirius came and she was glad that Ila had had enough sense to go get him. You never knew with her sometimes. Iolaire was pretty certain that the caribou's head was filled with fluff. She was still working on the mans wounds when her brother approached with a snarl. He shot out a command and, without waiting or asking, snatched the injured man up and began to cart him from the cave. Iolaire gasped aloud and rushed forward, placing herself in the titans path.

Iolaire wasn't one to get angry, but in this case she was livid. The small woman's back arched like a cat and her pelt stood on end. Ears tucked against her skull and lips pulled back from sharp, white teeth. "Sirius, I called you here to help, but this isn't helping. If you keep pulling him like that, he may never walk again. We need to put his shoulder back before he can be moved." She wouldn't take no for an answer. The tiny wolf held her own,refusing to move. "I saw the beast leave. It passed me as I entered. I hid behind one of the boulders and watched it go. We have enough time to set his shoulder." Despite his urgency at leaving, he had to see that he was going to ruin this man for life if he continued to carry him roughly. Io spoke low, but her words were laced with warning and an urgency of her own. "Put him down."