The Grudge

Iolaire was content to grump for the rest of the day. Her things had been unpacked. Ashen had been deposited on their territory. The carts were damn near empty. None of the things within belonged to her. So she had no obligations to help. Plus she was 'injured' so surely she would be forgiven retiring to her home to rest.

The small woman huffed. She was hungry. There was no way that she was going out to hunt, however. Rising from the furs where she'd just thrown herself, Iolaire stalking into the main chamber and pulled down some of the meat that had been drying. She had to jump up to grab it since Sirius had put it on a higher shelf. The action brought a small stone bowl crashing down upon her head with an audible thunk. The healer saw stars for a moment and instantly found her seat, one paw raising to press against her face. "Fuck," she snarled. Could today get any worse?