That's a whole heckin lion

Cannival chuckled quietly, thoroughly enjoying the little sprout's company. She looked back to him as he grumbled, catching his grin to ensure to her that he was not offended. "Well, I feel like unless your sister is three times your size that it's less of her getting a 'tall gene' and more lacking in the 'short gene' department." It was funny how he spoke like the 'giants' of the world were merely unnatural, and that it was his height that was how wolves were meant to be. Shaking her head in amusement, she leaned down towards the water to snatch at another fish with her maw.

Coming back up again, she continued her line of questioning. "So, what are you doing so far from home then?" She asked with renewed interest. "Just couldn't resist the draw of the festival? Did your sister come, too?"