Not quite a mountain goat

*Cannival* · (This post was last modified: 06-10-2019, 05:07 PM by Cannival.)

OOC: Since this thread started before Canni joined Abaven, I'm continuing it as if she's not found the pack yet. :) For Sea's understanding xD Nope I'm fucking stupid. This was set after Abaven. -ninja edit-

Cannival

Cannival stood once the healer had proclaimed her work complete, inspecting the wolf with a careful gaze that realistically the lioness had no right to use. She knew absolutely nothing of healing, she could find no flaws in the she-wolf's work even if there were any. It felt right, however, to at least appear scrutinizing.

In her studying, Cannival had almost forgotten that the injured wolf had asked her a question. Her name she said was Bellamy, and she did her best to remember it. "Do you… hang out with wolves a lot, or is this a once-off sorta thing?”

"I don't know any other wolves." She answered honestly, feeling slightly ashamed that she'd met so little of the wolves in Abaven. "I'd like to, though. I came here to find a new home with creatures less..." Cannival struggled with her words. Violent? Cruel? She couldn't assume that wolves were perfect, she was sure they were capable of monstrosities too at times. "...catty. I'm living in Abaven for now, their alphas seem nice."

A pause, and the lioness continued. "Do you have a home? Someone to look after you? I'd feel quite bad just walking away even with the help you've had to your wounds." How would the injured wolf manage to hunt in her condition?

"Speech"

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