Not quite a mountain goat

*Cannival* · 06-05-2019, 01:25 AM

Cannival

Poison? Cannival thought bitterly. The nerve of this wolf; she'd worked hard to gather those! With a small huff, the lioness padded forward on silent paws to move just behind the healer. She was probably tall enough that she could stand over the wolf, but instead chose to stand as close as possible. Her long neck arched to look over the she-wolf's shoulder as she dressed the wounds. "Is that helping? She's not hurting you, is she?" The cat's voice was thick with worry, and she directed an accusatory glare to the back of the blue wolf's head.

The healer was talking then, and explaining why her medicines were better then Cannival's. She sniffed the air gently, craning her neck to better see the various herbs colors and shapes. "Yes, well what are you going to do about the bleeding?" The lioness asked, eyes searching the healers pack curiously. "What an interesting accessory."

"Speech"

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