Snakes and Stones
Armando
06-11-2019, 04:18 PM
Cannival Cannival did not blend in well in these lush plains, that was for sure. Massive, dusky form crept through the tall grass at a slow and careful crawl, thin tail lashing the air behind her with anticipation. Motif had taught her to hunt salamanders down by the rapids, but since the fire it had grown too busy for Cannival's liking. Shaye had apologized for the behavior of her wolves and made sure the lioness knew she was allowed to roam freely, but she still couldn't help but feel like an outsider. So without salamanders, she had found a new prey to play-hunt. Snakes. Her little pup friend had promised to make her into the best wolf possible, and for that Cannival had to practice. The garden snake rested curled upon a cluster of rocks just ahead, and Cannival picked up speed as she stalked closer. Finally in range, the lioness shot from the grass and landed with her front paws atop the boulder right where the snake had been. Success! She thought triumphantly, lifting her paw slowly to peek underneath. Nothing was there. The confused lioness picked up her other paw and carefully inspected the fur around her paw pads. Still nothing. Lost, she peered golden eyes into the crevasse between the stones, and was met with small verdant green eyes staring up at her from the darkness, too far for her to reach. Drat. |