Just doing what I can
Corvus
06-18-2019, 12:04 PM
Cannival Cannival had done a lot of thinking on the conversation she and Shaye had those many nights ago. The alpha had welcomed her to Abaven fully, asking that she might help rebuild the pack to the best of her ability. The lioness had decided to add her contribution to the kill pile. While she was not exceptionally skilled in the way of hunting, she knew enough to keep herself fed and occasionally to catch an extra helping to share. Today, she'd stumbled upon a lone doe in firefly lake. It was a long way to drag the carcass and Cannival wondered absently why Abaven had chosen their kill pile to be in the furthest depths of their territory- serpent plains. Nearing the rapids, the lioness drew to a halt and gingerly placed the kill upon the edge of the shore. The dark cat wanted to wash her face of the blood before it was to set upon her fur, the last thing she'd want is more misunderstandings with the local wolves if they were to stumble upon her returning from the kill pile with a crimson stained maw. Carefully, she stepped into the rapids where the waters were less ravenous, spreading her legs apart to find some balance against the rushing water. It was more dangerous for a wolf to cross, she'd assume, but Cannival was thicker and larger then they were; she figured it'd take a mighty strong current to drag her under. Dipping her head, she lapped at the water's surface before lifting one large paw to wipe her face clean. |