It's time

"Speech"

Iggy had been busily using a cave rock to sketch a portrait of her large den-mate, the great wyrm Larimar. Technically the winged serpent was meant to keep the Little Slave in check but her inquisitive and friendly nature had made conversation with her captors lackey and they were becoming fast friends.

"There, you see? I don't think you have any venom because there's no pocket in your head for the fangs or-" She was speculating purely on aesthetic here when she was interrupted suddenly by her captor crashing onto the cave floor calling for her. He had stumbled into her carefully organized rock collection she had sorted by the Mohs scale of hardness and readability when scratched on other rocks.

His sudden appearance startled her current pencil out of her paw and she bounded from the back of the cave toward him, curiosity pulling her more than obedience.

The smell of fresh blood, fresh pack, and the stench of fighting hit her sensitive nose like a wall.
"Holy Mother of the Sun..." She murmured giving him a once over. "What the hell you doing here?? I'm a Scientist! Not a Doctor!" He was bleeding all over her rocks...