sweetest grass
12-13-2019, 02:11 PM
Cannival Cannival was technically free of her debt to the vikings, however after the volcano erupted she'd had no idea where to go to find Risen's Empire nor Abaven. Both territories she'd visited were empty, and the soft-hearted cat found herself returning to the band she'd called home for a season not out of duty but because she'd had nowhere else to go. They'd planned on raiding someone soon, and Cannival knew she'd stick around until that happened. There was no way she'd join them in such an assault, it hurt her to think of putting her advantaged strength up against any wolf. For now she spent most of her time rounding on the vikings and making sure nobody was getting themselves into trouble without a healer present. Dagfinn - one of the vikings she'd known in passing but hardly spoke to - was lounging happily when a stranger approached. Cannival leapt off her nearby tree and strode over, wanting to be there in case there was an issue that needed to be tended to. While she'd likely not fight anyone, a hungry rogue wolf might think twice about going for Dag if a lioness stood nearby. She'd not understood the words the stranger spoke, and so she greeted her cautiously. "Hello there." Careful to keep her body language neutral as to not spook the wolf, Cannival plopped onto her rear end beside Dag and offered the woman a small smile. |
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