That's a whole heckin lion

Cannival raised a brow at his words. So he came here to get a trophy to take home? It made sense, Cannival was sure the tiny thing couldn't take down a real predator for a true trophy to be proud of. She wondered if they found shed antlers or something on the ground to take back to craft, surely their main source of prey was nothing but rabbits and baby deer, right? She nodded thoughtfully as he spoke on his prize.

"If you bring back something from here I'm sure you'll be the talk of the trees." The lioness commented happily, continuing to watch the water. "I'm living with a pack in the south right now, a few of them came up here and I decided rather then stay back at the castle that I'd come along. To be honest though, I'm trying to avoid some people while I'm here." Her eyes darted to the side, as if Shaye or Motif might sneak up at any minute. "Maybe you could help me." She added thoughtfully.

Another fish swam by, and Cannival took no time in lunging into the water after it. Her face was beginning to get cold from the repeated dips into the lake, and she shook her head as best as she could without letting the movement run down her back and dislodge the wolf.