Not quite a mountain goat

*Riva* · 06-03-2019, 05:51 PM

The roar shocked and surprised her, causing her to jump and spin around in the direction of the cry. She should have ignored it, it was absolute commonsense for her to turn around and run the other way, tail between her legs. That was the roar of a lion after all. Tiny little Riva would be just a snack, a few crunches, and gone.

It was stupid to head in the direction of the cry, she should stop, right now. She shouldn’t be doing this, so why was she? As much as she shivered in her skin, the little healer didn’t stay her course as she made her way up the mountain. She just couldn’t do it, the call of summons had sounded too much like a call for help. It was hard-wired into her, apparently it even went across species.

She was very cautiously arriving at the scene, and would see the lioness standing not far from an injured wolf. It was worse than she had feared, she realised. At first all she could smell was blood, but after a few other wuffs she would get the poisonous wolfsbane in her nostrils as well.

What was going on here? was she trying to eat the wolf, or poison her? Because she couldn’t fathom wolfsbane being a pleasant… ‘garnish.’ the lioness picked up the herb and moved to feed it to the wolf, and the little healer realised she was out of time.
“s-s-s-stop!” Riva cried, jumping onto the boulder, all twenty five inches of her bristled, and her light blue eyes where on the lioness as she moved to put herself between Cannival and the wolf. She desperately wanted to turn and help the wolf. Riva had only needed a short glance to see the bleeding girl was going into shock. She couldn’t, because turning her back on the lion was likely to get them both killed. “If you want to k-k-kill her, you’ll have to go through m-m-e.” Healer was where her strengths lay. She couldn’t fight a pig, let alone a lioness.

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