Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

He could see the displeasure in her features at his current position, but he felt very strongly about his position. Roan would have no qualms tattling on her to Sirius if he had to. The Warlord would know how to wrangle her stubborn form into a wagon. He met her stare, if he wasn’t fit to walk then neither was she. Her limp would only get worse. He was no healer but continuing on a wound like that wouldn’t help her healing.

”I am fine.” Yeah he knew that he was going to be sore at the end of their journey, but if he was in the cart or right here wouldn’t change that fact any. ”You are lying to me.” He spoke what he believed to be fact. Her paw was bothering her more than she was letting on. Roan wasn’t a healer but he couldn’t bring himself to stand idly by as she torturned herself trying to work through the pain. ”I’ll get back in the cart, but you shouldn’t be walking either.” The silver marked titan didn't know where the words were coming from, but as far as his current convictions went this was the number one. He couldn’t allow her to walk the rest of the way.