Crooked Teeth
Cannival
06-13-2019, 10:08 PM
Cannival Cannival eyed the companion wearily as it threw itself between her and it's master. Many of the Abaven wolves had familiars of their own, but no monkeys as far as the lioness had seen. She could see the use in it, however, as the small creature obeyed the male and used it's flexible hands to daintily pick the herb he had asked for. Luckily the wolf did not appear violent; he may have been nervous, but Cannival couldn't fault him for being uncomfortable in the presence of a larger predator. "Why couldn't the Abaven wolves be this accepting?" This wolf was just absolutely full of knowledge, and Cannival found herself becoming more impressed with each word. She was teetering on enthralled, watching the healer with bright and intent eyes as he explained the uses of Lamb's Ear and why it wasn't an issue that it was out of season. Aloe... She repeated internally, willing her empty mind to retain as much as the wolf could teach. Animal fat.. and... The wolf paused and after an odd show of backing up, approached the falls. When he turned back to her, a glistening fish wriggled between his jaws. "Wow!" The exclamation flooded out before Cannival had a chance to reign it back. She had never seen a wolf catch a fish before, and he said that it could be used to heal? Maybe Cannival had some hope yet for her own healing career. "That's amazing, I would never have guessed." The wolf continued his lecture. Unfortunately for Cannival, she had no companion and knew nobody with such flexible paws. The creature now began to fashion a rope, and she watched in fascination- not bothering to contain her amazement at this point -as his fingers twisted and pulled to slide the foliage into a functioning tool. "Where did you learn all that?" She also wanted to ask where she could find such a useful familiar, but she thought the question might be too rude. [Accumulated Word Count: 1790] |