if you give a lion a lemon

Knowing that Cannival was there to listen when she needed gave a bit of confidence to the young pup. She didn’t know when or if she would open up about her feelings on what had happened, but having an open invitation did wonders. She sighed softly, and relaxed into her breathing again. She felt her lips pull back into a smile as the lioness laughed. It was a hearty noise that the girl could feel through her paws. All signs of teas disappeared and she brightened to the lion’s words.

”I love Motif very much,” she confessed with passion. Her littermate was her best friend (avian company excluded). Canni shifted slightly, an obvious invitation to climb aboard. Pearly white teeth flashed as Poem carefully scaled the lioness’s back. ”Oh, what’s a bouncy ride?” She asked curiously, wondering how she was supposed to stay on with a regular ride.