we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]

*Cannival* · (This post was last modified: 06-06-2019, 01:14 AM by Cannival.)

Cannival

The smoke threatened to choke the life out of Cannival as she ran. The little pup Motif was clutched gently between her jaws and her mouth was parted as far as she could allow while still maintaining a solid hold on the soft body. As the lioness tore across the thicket, smoke flowed between the open space and down her throat with a burning cruelty. Her saliva was starting to thicken around her gums, and her panting draws of breath became ragged and raw. Her stinging eyes were squeezed nearly shut, just enough that she could still see the general direction of that she ran.

The air was definitely becoming cleaner as she traveled, but they weren't out of danger yet. As they broke through a particularly thick expanse of grass, she was forced to a stop as a strange wolf stood directly in their path. As his words reached her, her adrenaline surged further than she thought possible. "Put the pup down.” The male had said, and the little pup in her mouth protested desperately. "Canni is Abaven, she saved my life! It's hot here, please get out of the way!" Another wolf came barreling by. It released a howl, and in the back of her mind Cannival realized how the situation looked to an outsider. A part of her wondered if she'd ever be accepted as anything other then a danger in Abaven. She did not watch the wolf leave, she only steeled her gaze upon the male before her.

This was the worst possible time for Cannival to be a lion, she decided simply. Drastic times called for drastic measures, and in her determination to bring Motif to safety the lioness did what she felt was right. She couldn't push past the wolf, with his pose being so defensive there was no doubt in Cannival's mind that if she tried to run that he'd come after her. She couldn't guarantee that Motif would not be injured if he initiated a fight while she hung in Cannival's jaws, so the lioness bowed her head to drop the pup between her forepaws before looking up at the wolf with a burning, unbridled hatred.

"Yes, it is hot here. Now get out of my way before I throw you into the inferno and show you what it is to burn." A growl rolled out from deep in her chest, smoke-torn throat giving it a deep and gravely quality. It was her intention to be as intimidating as was possible, as she had seen multiple wolves cower before her towering form when she was simply trying to be kind. She needed this wolf to see. To realize how serious she was, and that she was absolutely not going anywhere without Motif. She wrapped a protective paw around the young one's side and chest, pulling her closer. "Do you want me to tell Shaye that the reason her daughter could not escape the smoke was because a pack wolf was stupid enough to get in the way?"

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