A Struggling Healer

*Cannival* · (This post was last modified: 05-20-2019, 02:13 AM by Cannival.)

Cannival

Like that of a happy canine's, the tail of the rather ecstatic lioness whipped vehemently back and forth as curved, capable claws worked swiftly to shred the dirt from the cool bosom of the Earth. Soft eyes were narrowed in concentration while she worked, widening abruptly as she came upon the object of her labor.

A pleased grin danced across Cannival's muzzle and she wrapped her fangs around the root of choice to pull sharply upwards, ripping it from the sanctuary of the ground. With her elegant face free of the pit she had dug, the mud-covered lioness gleamed in joyous victory. Her technique was anything but practiced, and as she lowered her head to place the bitter herb down beside her, it's flowers fluttered uselessly off the stem into a pathetic pile. Destroyed, again.

The lioness roared her displeasure, stamping her paw upon the mangled root and pressing her weight into it. Wide maw parted in a small sigh, and she removed her paw to survey her destruction. Defeated, she leaned down to carefully grasp the shredded remains, trotting with it for a few feet to place it down among the dozen other flower-corpses she made previous in her attempt at herbalism.

Cannival flopped down haphazardly amongst the carnage and buried her face into the leafy greens, huffing an exhale so large that the petals and leaves were lifted briefly into the air before settling back down upon her muzzle and nose. The wolves made it look so easy.

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