Honey, I Got Us a Cat.

Roan came up beside her and commented before asking a question. "Now..." she began with a sigh. "Now we see what's wrong with it." If she could save the cat, she would. If it was injured beyond repair, she'd have Roan kill it. "I'm going to approach it, just be ready in case I need you." She couldn't give him further instruction. He should be on his guard.

Creeping close again, the cat's low growl seemed to reverberate through the small woman's form. As she edged around the rock, she was far enough out of range to keep from getting injured, but close enough to see what the issue was. "It's leg is caught between the rocks. It might be broken." The leopard hissed and growled as the woman came closer. Inspecting the trapped limb, she made a thoughtful noise in her throat. Though it was trapped and looked to be at a slightly odd angle, it might only be fractured.

"I'll need your help to free him," she spoke to Roan, never taking her eyes off of the cat. Beasts were dangerous when they were injured. As she moved forward, one wide, clawed paw struck out, swiping at her. Reflexively, Iolaire smacked the paw downward and offered up a growl of her own. Her gaze was hard. The small fae's pelt bristled and her tail curled high above her spine. "You stop that. We're trying to help you." She motioned to leopards trapped limb with one paw. The beast, taken aback by the canines reaction, hunkered down, eyeing the pair of wolves warily. It didn't try to strike her again.