Not quite a mountain goat
06-03-2019, 06:07 PM
Cannival Cannival couldn't wait long once she had made her cry for help, she didn't know much about healing but she did know the she-wolf was not getting any better while they just waited. With a grimace of frustration, the lioness turned away from the cliff's edge and leapt back towards her patient. "Someone's coming." She did her best to sound confident, to ease the injured female's worries. "Don't worry, someone will come." Cannival retrieved the pile of herbs from beside the wolf and nudged them down below her maw. "Eat these, they'll help... I think." There really wasn't any way for Canni to know that she had just offered the she-wolf a feast of wolfsbane, a deadly poison. The flowers were bright and vibrant, and after all, the brightly colored ones made the best medicine, right? Suddenly from behind them, a tiny bundle of black flew out and onto the boulder and Cannival skittered backwards haphazardly as the stranger stood before her patient, bristling in a way that may have been fearsome... if she wasn't half the lionesses size. She stood there dumbstruck, blinking at the new wolf. "No, stupid." The lioness countered angrily. "I'm trying to save her and you're in the way! Look, you're stepping on my herbs!" Her voice rose with stress, and she waved her paw at the female's hindleg which had disturbed the pile. "She's supposed to eat that now?? With all the mud and muck and god knows what else was on your paws?" The lioness stamped her paw back onto the ground in her nervous tension. A strong wind blew across the cliff, and the pile of herbs rustled slightly. Cannival watched them in horror as small portions began to roll down and off the boulder into the thicket below. |