things can really get rough when you go it alone

It took him a minute,  but Sirius saw reason. Sort of. He dropped the injured wolf and Iolaire winced. Her pelt,  formerly spiked with hell fire,  smoothed and her gaze softened once more.  Padding forward,  she placed a quick lick to her irritated brothers cheek. "Thank you," She offered before going to the man's side.  

Thankfully when Sirius dropped him,  he'd fallen on his good shoulder,  leaving the dislocated one facing upwards.  "Okay, Sirius, I need you to grasp his leg just above the ankle.  When I count to three,  you're going to pull the leg with quick force. Pull towards yourself and swing the leg forward slightly as you do." She wasn't strong enough to do it herself. To help,  however,  the small woman draped her body over that of the black and silver brute, adding weight and tension against the pull that was to come. 

"One... two... three!" She braced herself,  paws digging into the earth and forelegs hooked around his misfire to hold him in place as best as she could.  This would hurt like hell, but she guaranteed he would walk again.