Big. Damn. Hero's sir.

*Cannival* · (This post was last modified: 06-09-2019, 11:18 PM by Cannival.)

Cannival

Cannival looked up from the sleeping pup as the alpha spoke. Most of the blame had fallen towards the wolves of Abaven's lack of attention to the current events. Somewhere inside, the lioness was saddened. It'd be easier to blame Shaye for the lack of welcome in the pack lands. At least if they'd not had been told of a lion living with them- or even told to be weary of her -that would be something easily rectified. The alpha had told her wolves that Cannival was there, however. Whether they ignored the information or forgot it or blatantly disregarded it made little difference. It was not Shaye that Cannival could blame for the events that had passed- it was the pack itself.

As Shaye mentioned Motif, the lioness' gaze fell immediately back to her friend's slumbering form. There was little that Cannival would not do for the pup, and if not for her she'd likely have left these lands as soon as the fire was extinguished.

The alpha spoke again and Cannival held back a cold laugh. Tougher? How could it get tougher? Tsunami? Flood? She shook her head slowly, careful not to disturb Motif with her movements. "I don't know what I'll do." Honesty came easily to the lioness, there was no reason to lie now. "I think Abaven has shown it's hand, and I doubt I'll ever be quite accepted here." A pause. "I don't know much of your culture, but I feel it's difficult to gain respect when the only person who wants you around is the alpha." A longer pause, and Cannival gave a pointed look towards Motif. "And her daughter."

"I fear that to leave so soon would be too stressful for her so soon after a crisis, but then again if I am to leave... It'd be kinder to do it before she got to attached."

"You.""Think.""Speech"

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