Down the rabbit hole

OOC: Feel free to time-skip once answering Canny's questions, so they can reach the water and commit attempted salamander genocide.

Cannival "Well you've already nibbled my ear, what's one more nibble, hmm?"  The lioness tossed back with a light chuckle, tracking the bouncing pup with her eyes. She knew she was being manipulated, but Cannival was pleased to do whatever she could to make Motif happy. The youngling's mood was infectious and as she clambered upon Cannival's back and gasped in wonder, the lioness felt like she was back with her cubs. "Who's uncle Taf?"  She asked with interest, glancing over her shoulder towards the pup as she walked onwards. There was never a time the lioness would turn down learning of the Abaven wolves. Besides, Motif was leading her now so she didn't have to focus too much aside from watching her step and following her vague directions. Cannival was certain though that her new friend would be careful not to lead her outside the Thicket where she might meet Shaye's wrath. "Speech"