Don't Play Koi [Sirius]

Getting Sirius onto Dove’s back was a rather strong lesson in patience, and likely shaved a few years off the lives of everyone involved. They managed it in the end, but the wound only seemed to bleed harder with the jostling. Dove was going to be a red wolf if Sirius’s body didn’t start to clot the wound.

Dove carried the wolf, and Bast could only watch, and hover anxiously nearby. She was too short to assist in the carrying, and the scent of blood was thick in the air. They made it down the mountain, a harrowing journey she never wanted to repeat.

They moved from the cliffs, to Sunset Falls, and skirted around the hot springs, making their way into the Mangroves. They had traversed for so long in a stressed, anxious silence, that his voice surprised her. Bast looked up at Dove, prepared to give directions, when Sirius stirred on the other wolfs back he began to thrash in the alarm of waking, and toppled off Dove with a hearty crash. Bast pulled her ears back, looked to Sirius, and Dove, put a foot heavily on the ground, as through to say stay and then shot off towards the Armada and break-neck speed. She would fetch Io, and bring the healer to them.

Sirius was barely lucid, eyes wild with pain, blood still dropping down his coat. He looked pale as death, and there was no focus in his blue gaze, just an injured frightened wolf ready to fight off whatever threatened him, and likely barely able to thrash a paw.