That's a whole heckin lion

Cannival felt awkward holding this little wolf in her mouth - a total stranger and he'd let her wrap her jaws around him. How very weird. He didn't seem at all bothered by the help though, and she could see around his small body as he tried to grapple some fish towards himself. She helped with his attempts by lowering his front end so that there wasn't so much distance to scoop the things from the water to his mouth, and once he'd caught one she'd swing him back closer to the shore with ample room to drop the thing. At the same time, she'd throw her own fish held in her paw onto the ground.

Once he was ready again, she moved back to the shore. Readying herself she balanced once more and swatted again at the water, feeling for the distinctive scales that adorned the fish. To someone who might be watching, this was probably the weirdest sight they'd see all day. Cannival hoped no festival staff might wander by and reprimand her for trying to eat a festival-goer.