Take Me To Your Leader And I'll Burn Your House To The Ground

The man's confusion only lasted a moment before his toothy maw cracked a smile and he lowered down to his belly before her. Sirius' greeting brought a soft chuckle from the tri-colored fae and, as he embraced her, she embraced him back. "Hello to you, you big lug." She'd always called him that and saw it as a term of endearment between them. He was indeed big and he could be rather stubborn and thick skulled.

With her forelegs wrapped around him, Iolaire placed her cheek atop her brother's blocky skull. "I'm sorry," she spoke softly. He would know what she meant simply by her tone. She was sorry about Zee. Sorry that he had to suffer. She was also sorry that she hadn't been here. Perhas she could have saved the woman with her advanced skill. Regrets served no purpose other than to bring one down, so Iolaire chose to live in the present. She was here now. "I came as soon as I heard." The minuscule woman would hold the giant dire for as long as he needed.

"Iolaire"