On Probation
06-05-2019, 02:02 AM
Very blah post. I blame toddler who will not sleep. It is THREE IN THE MORNING, CHILD. I so tired.
Cannival The creature upon his back was speaking for the male now, and Cannival couldn't be more confused. She hadn't come across anything like this before and she couldn't help but to be just a little more frustrated that there was even more aspects of wolf culture that the lioness had never heard of. She wasn't sure who to address. What was polite in this situation? Was the tiny monkey.. thing, the dominant one? Large maw parted as if Cannival was about to speak, and then clamped shut again and instead her throat rumbled in a thoughtful hum. She took one step backwards, gaze traveling from both the companion and then again to the white wolf. "Octave.. Noko.. can he.. can you speak?" Her sentence was hard to follow as the lioness bounced back and forth between who to address. One oversized paw began to move, drug through the dirt before her in nervous and awkward circles. "Uhh.. Do you guys live here?" It may have been a stupid question, but Cannival was under the impression that wolf packs recruited for strength in battle- yet this wolf seemed as unsure of his place in Abaven as Cannival did. |
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