Don't Play Koi [Sirius]

Still delirious, the Warlord let himself collapse back down again, safe in his sister's petite arms. It was almost comical to consider the giant warlord before the tiny healer. Helpless, but trusting, in her care. He could hear the soft murmuring of their voices, but it seemed further away then it should be.

At least his bleeding had finally been stemmed by Io’s sowing, he was coated red now, as was Dove, as was part of Io after his hug to her. They all smelled and looked like Sirius’s insides. Well, that was one lasting way to put his scent claim on them. He suppose.

He let out a delirious giggle at the thought, and promptly fell unconscious again.

Bast returned, with the Caribou and cart behind her as she ran forward, assessing the situation, and ensuring her Warlord was okay. She then stopped before Io and quickly told her that Marshal was still up the cliff with a broken wing, lying low and waiting for someone to go back for him. They had been forced to leave him to get the more seriously injured Warlord back to the Armada.