I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

There was no way that she was letting Sirius out of her sight. Not after what she'd seen and felt at the spires. Now there was some strangeness in another part of the world? Nope. The former warlord needed to be looked after and she trusted no one else to do it other than herself. What could she do, being as little and old as she was? Isa really didn't know, but she'd surely do something.

Following Sirius to the Shore, she stayed close, her cobalt coat brushing his own dark fur with her closeness. Everything felt so strange. So... foreign. When the dire brute began to dig, Isa frowned hard, lips pursed. She couldn't let him do it alone though. If he wanted to dig, she would help him dig. Isa positioned herself close to Sirius, her hip touching his own, and began pulling away scoops of earth with her own much daintier paws.
"Isa"