Don't Play Koi [Sirius]

Bast did appear over the cliff just then, panting, despite how a leopard was better built for rock-climbing then a wolf was. Sirius kept her fit, but it had still been a heck of a ride, to watch her wolf race the cliff at a neck-breaking speed. She looked to Dove first, and then to Sirius, and realised that her wolf was injured. She darted forward, nudged at Seer’s head. The Warlord didn’t respond, but an ear to his chest told her he was breathing. They needed to bind the wound, and then get him to help. She had assisted Io a few times, but she was a far cry from a healer. She looked to Marshal, expecting him to go for help, only to find him standing on the cliff, wing hanging at an odd angle, and knew he wouldn’t be flying to the Armada any time soon.

She pulled off two of the warlords bracers, wondering if he would forgive her, as she laid them out flat against his chest, and bound them with the leather he had used to wrap them around his paws.

She looked to Dove then, ears flat to her skull, before pointing down the cliff. It wasn’t going to be a fun trip, but they were far from home, and help wasn’t going to come to them. They needed to get the Warlord there.