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Canni!



Cannival

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Other species
build
Medium
posts
123
player

Christmas 2019Trick 2019
12-20-2019, 04:32 PM

Cannival


Cannival seemed to be spending every day in a tree lately. From high up on it's branches she could see the world more clearly, and the leaves above her sheltered her from the falling ash. She didn't quite know where to go in life anymore, with the volcano's wrath taking Abaven's lands she'd found nobody left there and Rain seemed to have disappeared too. For all the knew hundreds of wolves did not survive the eruption her friends included. She wondered back to little Motif and hoped that if she'd perished too that it was quick and painless. The pup wouldn't be a pup anymore, she could be a yearling by now if she'd been able to avoid the lava. The thought made Canni said, and she wished she'd had the chance to say goodbye.

In the distance she saw a tiny white creature moving across the ash and frowned in it's direction. It wasn't a wolf, too big to be a rabbit. But what else could it be? The falling ash before her made it hard to see clearly, though she could swear she saw speckles of orange or maybe red within it's white pelt. Was that blood? Could the little thing be injured and that was the reason for the dejected way it walked? Cannival leaped down from her tree and padded closer, calling out a cautious greeting as to not frighten the poor thing. "Hello? Do you need help? Are you hurt?" It wouldn't be the first critter injured in the volcano's destruction, and Canni's duty as a healer was to help all she could.

"You."
"Think."
"Speech"