Fetch! Sit! Good girl

Ollie gave him the tea and left him to it. He made his way back towards his den and looked up the winding path to his door. He gave a soft sigh, and turned instead to Iggys den. He stuck his head through the recently cleared opening of her cave and called out. “Oye, slave, come fetch!” He said, though the teasing words sounded grouchier than he had intended. 

He was feeling rather sore and sorry for himself at the moment. Looking to the side, he found his Wyrm and beckoned her closer. “Fetch Orso, and borrow Wylans Bear to help him hook up to a cart” he ordered her, sitting down outside Iggy's den as he waited for the little wolf to come to the door.