Patch me up

The small white wolf that appeared would see the white side of his teeth. He snarled at her in warning as she approached, but her words sounded vaguely urgant, and she asked about the snake -admitting she was a healer. He frowned at her, a stranger, putting herself in harm’s way - for Sirius was easily recognisable as a warrior, and right now a cranky one at that - for no gain. He took a sniff, and recognised the scent on her. Aurielle. Perhaps she made a habit of encouraging her wolves to act as she did - selflessly. Foolishness.

“I did not” he said, spitting out the head at her feet. Nor did he know enough about snakes to know what type it was. Perhaps she would have a better chance then himself at identifying it. He would not turn down her help, but he felt grudging at doing so. He didn’t want to owe Aurielle any more then he already did. He would have to find a way to make even with this wolf before she left his sight.

Ooc: I’m cool with you picking the breed