The future held in suspense

Io had been about to follow Roan off out of simple habit, but she turned when Sirius indicated that he wanted her to stay. The woman's mind was on her husbands shapely rump, but she would tamp down her inner beast and put on her analytical mind once more.

Moving towards the group that stayed behind, Io snuffled the top of Indy's head and seated herself between the purple lad and her mother, whom she grinned at. "Congrats on the promotion," she said to both her mother and Natha before sliding down to lay upon her stomach. Iolaire was always pretty informal like that. Winterfell not having been chosen didn't bother her. They'd been asked their opinions and she'd given hers. If Aerie was to be their target, so be it. She would do what she could to help.