Cannival was damn-near skipping as she made her way to Rain's dungeons. She was feeling better then she had in weeks, and so far no wolves had snapped at or run from her. This place was amazing, and Rain was a true friend to let her stay here. The lioness did miss Abaven terribly - especially she missed Motif - but she wasn't going to remain in Risen forever, she was only making sure she paid back the healer and Malleus for helping her and lending her herbs when she was sick. It was only fair that she lend them a paw in whatever they may need, maybe Abaven would appreciate her making new allies this far south in the world.
"Rain!" She called down to the cellar, stepping carefully down the winding staircase. The temperature dropped considerably as she made her way downwards, and her eyes squinted against the sudden low-light. Making her way to the bottom, she was pleased to find the male. He had a variety of materials scattered around, and she took a moment to glance about and admire his workshop. "What are you up to?" She asked happily, trotting up to him to look over his shoulder at the scattered mess before him. "Can I help you with anything?" The healer was very skilled, but there was always the chance that he could use some assistance.
She noticed that the companion Rain kept around was absent, and could only assume that he was collecting things for the healer's craft. Whatever he was making, Cannival had no idea. She peered down at the fangs, bark, and dripping mess they were mashed into. "I hope that works better then it looks."
