That's a whole heckin lion

Cannival was staring at the water as the small voice piped up. The lioness turned to face the newcomer, but her gaze did not fall upon any wolf. Her brow furrowed as she wondered where the sound might have come from, but then he continued to speak and she realized he was down. "Oh, wow." She remarked, taken back. "What didn't they feed you?" He was the tiniest wolf she'd ever seen, smaller even then the near-yearlings living in Abaven. He asked if she might share her area, and the lioness gave a wordless gesture towards the lake to invite him in.

She watched carefully as he made his first attempt, his small body splashing into the water after his strike. He flailed for a moment, then drug himself back to shore. Cannival blinked in amazement at his method, stepping towards him awkwardly. "Uhh, I might be able to help with that." She offered, voice kind. The tiny wolf did not move to avoid her grasp, and so with his permission she let her jaws close around his back the same way she'd pick up a cub, being exceedingly careful not to bite too hard. Once he was secure, she walked him to the waters edge and leaned her neck down so that the small wolf's body dangled just above the surface.

While she held him there, she made her own attempt at fishing. Her mouth was taken, and so she balanced herself upon one forepaw and let the other swipe at the water to catch the fish lurking below.