Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Was the whole god damn world against her? Sirius snatched up her paw, unwrapping the fur from around it and inspected the wound. It had begun to seep again due to jumping down from the cart, but it really wasn't life threatening. She would be fine as long as she rested later. It didn't seem that this was in the cards for her, however. Sirius gently suggested that she get in the larger cart, using Zee being pregnant as an excuse. He seemed to like guilt tripping her into doing things.

Iolaire opened her mouth to plead her case but the rasping voice of her mother cut through all of it. The small wolf's ears instantly tucked to her skull and she shot a glance backwards at the ash and onyx giant. Despite all of their time apart, her mother's stern tone always held the same warning. With a sigh, the injured healer flattened her ears and stalked towards the larger wagon, leaving her pack and the wrap back with the small cart. Roan could suffer for a while and she would leave spots of blood with every step. They wanted her to ride in the cart? Fine. She'd ride in the damn cart. She'd make damn sure to get blood on it though. Without a capable healer present, they couldn't stop her.