Too Blessed To Be Stressed

Cannival had been making a long journey across the world after her encounter with Kirby, Motif's companion panda. He'd explained to her the circumstances of her disappearance, and how she'd been held captive in a neighboring pack. Once she'd been freed, they'd been separated. Cannival went to Abaven lands to check on her shortly after the eruption and found the territory destroyed and no scent trail leading out west, it was her assumption that her friend's packmates were all dead. Surely once Motif found that out, she'd have gone somewhere else. And so the lioness moved from territory to territory in search of the lost girl, hoping to reconnect at last.

The north was one of the last places the cat had checked - she hated the cold, and assumed Motif would too. However she was running out of territories, and found herself in the sprawling northern landscape regardless. Once she reached the gorge stale scents reached her - the first scents of wolves she'd encountered in weeks. Eager, the lioness moved in to investigate.

Instead of finding Motif, she saw a white wolf looking fluffy and suitable to the north. If Motif was here, it would be a northern wolf who would know about it. "Hello." She greeted cautiously, keeping her head low as to not seem overbearing. The wolf was maneuvering a log and Cannival tilted her head in curiosity. "Are you okay, ma'am?"