A matter of pride

The insufferable giant asked where her skills lay, then insulted her in a manner that was partially joking. "I'd have climbed that mountain just fine if it hadn't been for the bear." Of that, she was certain. "I'm a tale weaver," the woman informed him as she followed him along to wherever they were headed.

In time, Sirius stated that they were going to the training field. Fine and dandy. Was he going to fight her now and get some of that aggression out? Though she was able to walk, Isa's foreleg was still wrapped with splints, albeit less industrial ones than before. Her toes poked free of the bandages so that she could better traverse the snowy landscape. The older wolf was tough and wily, but she wouldn't win a fight against the man. In her current state, there was just no way. Ahh, but she was a slave and winning didn't matter. No doubt he just wanted a chance to put her in her place. As they walked Isa sighed and shook her head. Men and their egos...

"Isa"