On Probation

*Cannival* · 06-03-2019, 11:51 PM

Cannival

The large cat continued to murmur uselessly to the air, doing her best do give a self-pep talk. Her head was low to the ground as she paced, tail thrashing wildly behind her.

"Hi I'm--" Oversize paws skidded to a halt as a new scent came into the air. It wasn't wolf, it wasn't bird. In fact, it wasn't something Cannival had ever smelled before- here in the Rustling Thicket nor anywhere else. Her fur bristled and she whirled around in shock. There before her stood a stunning white male adorned with a small creature peeking out from behind his head. Cannival stood frozen just as the stranger did, not wanting to move a muscle. Shit, shit, shit.

"Hi..." She began in a soft and careful tone, doing her best not to spook him. "I'm Cannival… and I don't want to eat you." Maybe the emphasis was too much, but you could never be too careful. She was contorted somewhat awkwardly for casual conversation; her haphazard twirl had placed her body perpendicular to the way the wolf faced, though curved slightly toward with her head and rear closer to him. Cannival wasn't comfortable, but she sure as hell wasn't going to move and risk startling him. Who knew what his reaction would be? Maybe he'd try to fight her. No, no, she couldn't let that happen.

"Speech"

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me