Down the rabbit hole
06-03-2019, 11:34 PM
Cannival The enthusiasm given off from the young pup was palpable, and Cannival felt better then she had in many moons. Receiving Motif's boop, the lioness lifted one oversized paw and placed it upon the pup's head gently, ruffling the fur there. "You can be my best friend, too." She decided. This was the first individual Cannival had met who did not treat her with fear and aggression- it made her feel very warm inside. She too vowed to be the best honorary wolf she could be, if only so little Motif could know her teachings were sound. A few options of play were given, and Cannival considered them carefully. Her vocal cords rumbled as she let out a thoughtful "Hmmm..." Wrestle? Wouldn't be much fun for Motif, she figured. How could such a tiny pup even pretend to do well in a wrestle verse a full grown lioness? How could Cannival fake a loss, when there was likely more strength in her tail then in Motif's entire body? Chase? The lioness pictured giving the pup a head start, and then while giving chase what if something caused her to mis-step? Smush. Nope. Definitely not. Cannival wished she had more time with her own cubs, they hadn't grown to an age where play was so important and she hadn't learned how to foster it properly. She looked hard into Motif's eager eyes as she decided. "Well... I think my wolf lesson would be best suited for a play hunt. Though I'm sure you know your mother has told me that I have to stay here, in the Rustling Thicket. You're a much better wolf, I bet you know your prey very well. Is there anything fun to hunt within these borders?" Cannival was expecting something like crickets or birds, but whatever Motif wanted to do the lioness would happy accompany her on. |
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