Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

The behemoth had been situating herself with the harness when the injured man called for the warlord. At Io's snarl, Resin turned her attention to the duo turned trio. She listened as the brute in the cart tattled and she listened as Sirius gently gave Iolaire a suggestion which was definitely more instruction than anything. Resin had the feeling that, if Iolaire refused, things might get ugly.

Now, Resin hadn't been the best of mothers by any means. Despite this, the massive fae had always had an authoritarian way about her. Before Iolaire could refuse or continue to plead the case that she was fine, the giantess spoke in her growling tones. "Get in the cart." There was no room for refusal. Iolaire would get in the cart and rest her injured paw or Resin would put her there.