Not quite a mountain goat

*Cannival* · 06-06-2019, 12:01 AM

Cannival

“No more hurt than I would’ve been ingesting poison…” The she-wolf gave in response and Cannival glanced away as she felt the heat of shame flood into her face. "Well, you must be feeling better if you have the energy for wit." Came the cat's muttered response. Her ears flattened, and she stepped forward to lounge upon the boulder beside the healer as she worked. She still had view of the wounds, and she craned her head to maintain line of sight as Riva moved to and from each gnarly gash.

She didn't say much while the wolf worked, not wanting to interrupt her train of thought or break her concentration. Though nearing the last of the wounds, the feline piped up. "I didn't know it was poison." Her voice was soft, and in it's inflection was a trace of her hurt feelings. "I am sorry." She looked down at her paws, unsheathing her claws in the dirt to drag them in small, sad circles. To the healer she directed her next few words. "I cleaned her cuts best I could, there were barbs stuck in amongst the fur. I suppose a wolf's tongue would have been better, I hope I didn't irritate any of the wounds too badly."

"Speech"

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