out of the oven and into the frying pan

As she patrolled the area closest to the Weeping Woods, the raucous call of birds and a giant commotion strick the woman as odd. Leaving her sentry duties for later, Resin stalked off into the first of willows and streams. Up above, she thought that she saw the circling firm of a vulture, but she couldn't be sure. The spread of the willows was too wide where she stood.

Nose testing the air, she caught a familiar scent. Sirius was out the somewhere. The big fae followed the scent at a comfortable pace until the scent suddenly mixed with the rich tang of blood. Thrusting her substantial weight into her paws, the silver dame rocketed forward. Leaping over root and stream, it didn't take her long to find the prone, partially submerged body of the man. He was bloodied and the snapped branches and leaves littered around suggested a fall. As she watched, his prodigious mass began to sink. Great.

Sirius woke a moment later and began to struggle a bit. "Keep still," She warned. Padding around the edge of the quicksand, she took one of the thicker snapped branches between her serrated teeth. Moving back to where his head was, she snapped the branch out into the much, close to his mouth. She said nothing else. He would know what to do.