Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

If her gaze could have killed Roan on the spot, he would have been left there, food for jackals and vultures. The small wolf glared daggers at the injured man. How dare he? Telling on her like a pup. He hadn't even said anything yet, but she knew exactly what he had in mind. Pelt bristling, Iolaire wrinkled her nose and bared her teeth at the wagon-bound brute momentarily before staring at the approaching form of Sirius. Just because he was heading her way, however, didn't mean that she had to listen to him. She was a force and she made her own god damned decisions. An angry, glaring look was still on her shapely face when the warlord drew near.