Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Sirius took a break when the smaller cart, which had trailed somewhat behind him, also stopped. He was unhitched, and gave everyone a chance to catch their breaths and take on some water and food if they liked. He had been organising some hunting teams to track the area around them, heading in the same direction, but away from the noisy main party. He raised his head now and howled for them to bring back any prey they had caught.

As he started to move away to relieve himself and take a drink of water, he would see Roan, who was beckoning him, and calling out. He fell into an easy, quick stride, and made his way towards the dark coated, injured male. His thoughts for the bear-hunter where reserved. He was waiting for the man to prove himself worthy of the treatment he had been receiving. Not now, but when he was better.