The Grudge

Roan still felt terrible about the way he went about getting Iolaire off her feet. They had treated her a bit like a child but she had also been acting ike one. All of the wolves in her life wanted to see her in tip top shape and walking the rest of the way on her paw was not helping her. She was wounded and he wouldn't see her limping all the way. Maybe it was selfish on his part but seeing her in pain was unbearable. Now seeing her sulk was just as bad.

Resin mentioned that she would forgive him one day, but he had no idea how that might come about. He wasn't very creative and if he could manage it with his brute strength he wasn't sure what he would do. The good news about all of the excitement was that he wasn't focusing completely on how much he missed Dapple's presence. Maybe it was wrong of him to call in Sirius and Resin, but now that he could worry about Io instead of Dapple it seemed his wounds were easier to deal with.

He sighed heavily as he eased himself out of the cart and settled beside the cottage. Roan didn't feel quite right entering Io's home without permission. She stalked by him with out any acknowledgment and he knew very well how much he screwed up but dammit he cared about her. Moreso even than he cared about his own wounded self. He didn't move to go after her, he was quickly realizing how bad the trip was on his own bad limb.