Just doing what I can
Corvus
06-19-2019, 04:29 PM
Cannival Someone cleared their throat, and Cannival's eyes clamped shut tight. An exhale fell from her weary maw, and she took a moment to remain head bent before the water as to steel herself and gather the courage to meet the greeting. "Hello." She responded carefully, lifting her head to meet the stranger's gaze. "Do you.. know if everyone was alright from the fire?" Cannival blinked at the wolf, stepping out from the stream to regard him. He didn't appear to be one she'd seen yet in Abaven, and she didn't recognize his scent beyond that he lived here. He didn't appear frightful or aggressive, and for that the lioness was exceedingly grateful. Maybe Shaye did speak to her pack after all. Cannival's eyes widened in a startle as she realized she hadn't yet responded to his question. No wonder she made Abavenites nervous. She swallowed hard and gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was lost in thought trying to place your scent. Scent tracking doesn't come as naturally to me as it does those of your kind." A glimpse of a smile came across her face to punctuate her words with warmth, and then faded as she considered his question. "I wouldn't say they're all... alright. Nobody died that I heard of, and I guess that's something." Golden eyes dropped from his face to bore firmly into the grass. "Honestly, it was chaos. I don't think anyone got away uninjured... I even heard that one of the children tried to use the fire to murder their sister." She thought of Motif, then, and was glad that her friend was safe. Memories of the fire swirled around her and she shook herself- her tail throwing droplets of water as it whipped through the air -as if to chase the negativity away. She cleared her throat, and then looked back up at the male. "You weren't here, then?" Was it typical for pack wolves to be so far from their packs that they couldn't come home during a crisis? |
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