Not quite a mountain goat

[OOC: I'm going to link this to Sea now and see if she can bring in a real healer so that Cannival doesn't try to use the wolfsbane she'd gathered on Bella. :P]

Cannival The lioness winced as the wolf let out a fear-laden cry and began to beg. She squeezed her eyes shut, hating herself for having caused the other so much pain and terror. Once the she-wolf had been brought beside her, the poor thing looked up at her and pleaded for Cannival to kill her quickly. She tilted her head and sighed softly, leaning down to the wolf's shoulder to run her tongue along one of the wounds. The brambles that latched against the wolf's skin could hardly find purchase in the lioness's rough tongue, and after enough coaxing they began to be displaced. She spat out a thorn, and regarded the other warmly. "I'm not going to eat you." Cannival said kindly before arching powerful neck to clean further down the canine's side. Besides," She said after a moment. "Wolves don't taste very good." She hoped the she-wolf could see that she was only jesting, and smacked her together for a moment to work up the saliva to rid her maw of the taste of blood. The lioness continued to work her tongue along the bristles, being as gentle as she could as to not irritate the raw skin underneath. She knew her barbed tongue must not feel pleasant, but she couldn't leave the injured female like this. How would a wolf even begin to remove these thorns? Cannival didn't know. After a while, she spoke again. "I brought something. I'll be right back." The lioness stood, and then gave pause. She fixed the she-wolf with an empathetic gaze as she hesitated, and then scaled back down and around the boulders to the base of the brambles where she had dropped her herbs. Carefully, she grasped the bundle once more before climbing back to where the bloodied wolf lay. "I'm not skilled in healing." Cannival admitted softly, looking down at the plant. "If I need to, I'll try. But... first I'm going to call for help." The lioness doubted the wolf could walk- or even stand -otherwise she'd take her to Abaven for healing. Their pack lands weren't too far, however. Cannival could only hope that someone was close by that would hear her call. The lioness stepped away from the wolf, looking out down the mountain and towards the east where she'd met Rhyme and Shaye. The alphas were truly good wolves, and she desperately hoped that there were others like them. Cannival didn't know what she'd do if the one who answered was a wolf looking to fight a lion, but she knew she'd have to do whatever she could to defend this innocent female. Long, black claws hooked securely into the boulder's stony face as Cannival drew in air to fill her lungs. Her neck arched, her back straightened and muscles tensed, tail lashing furiously. Then suddenly, her head wrenched forward and jaws parted, the fur upon her back bristling as a massive roar was issued from blackened lips. The sound vibrated the stone beneath her paws, and as it's echo reverberated against the mountain pass it shook the air vehemently. A roar of summoning, there could be no doubt. "Speech"