Dangers of the Mountain

It was always something, wasn't it? With winter here and most plants laying dormant, there wasn't much else to do aside from make love to her husband and wait for spring. Rarely did any pay a social call, but when a call came, they always needed something from her.

Today Sirius made the call. He sounded far off, but she heard the urgent warning in his tone. Curiosity struck and she shrugged off the tiger fur blanket that she had been under. After rinsing her mouth, popping a sprig of mint in and donning her pack, she was ready to head off.

Dainty, snow dipped paws carried the healer towards her brother's voice. Hopefully they would intercept one another and not go around instead. Io kept her two- toned eyes to the sky, watching for Marshal. The black bird would be a telltale sign of just where Sirius was.

Having caught sight of the vulture, Iolaire was soon in her brother's company. There were others around, one being Malalia, and there was a prone form Laying in the cart. She arched a silver brow. "What's this?" Her question was for Sirius alone.