Until There Is No Anything

She'd snuck away from the sleeping forms of Zee and Sirius. Io had waited until the thunder was a distant memory, however. She wouldn't deny Zee the comfort that she needed. The gourd of calming chamomile tea was left behind, near the pregnant woman in case she needed it. With one last nuzzle to her sleeping sister, Iolaire crept quietly from the den.

Outside it still rained. As the woman picked her way from one end of the territory to the next, she became rather soaked. Unpleasant, but, as she lay beside her brother and his wife, Io had developed an intense need to be back beside Roan. It was strange. They'd definitely shared a moment today. They were no longer physician and patient. A line had been crossed and she didn't know what they were now. Friends, perhaps?

Entering the cottage, Iolaire dropped her pack. She was dripping wet and probably looked more like a wet rat than a wolf. Moving towards her sleeping chamber where Roan rested, Iolaire pulled the leather thong with her teeth that brought down the doeskin divider. It wouldn't do to get him soaked. Stepping back, the small wolf shook, ridding her coat of excess water. Her fur stood up in spikes and she grumbled slightly. Taking up a square of skin, she began rubbing herself down in an attempt to dry herself.

What seemed like hours later, Iolaire slid into her sleeping chamber. She was still damp, but was no longer dripping. As she stood in the entrance of the chamber, she looked down at the sleeping form of the black and silver brute. Something stirred within her chest and the barest of smiles tugged at the corners of her blackened maw. Moving forward, Iolaire gently curled her body beside his, leaning lightly against him so as not to wake the sleeping giant.