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cairo!
06-02-2020, 07:13 PM
Malalia Fatalis
Ah, so he was awake. Mal would be grinning if the haunch hadn't gotten in the way; she had to settle for a simple and immediate tail-wag upon hearing Cai's voice. She padded over to him, with a faint snort, muzzle opening to drop the meat beside his good forepaw. "You could say that," she shrugged. "I got lucky, though. She got caught in a snowdrift, and now... she's lunch. Hope you like elk." She was freshly fed herself, having eaten her share at the site of the kill. The young animal had caught her leg on debris hidden beneath the snow, and that had been her undoing, drawing the hunt to a close quicker than she'd anticipated. It was just hunting, though the praise in his tone made her flatten an ear with humility and maybe a bit of pride.
Malalia gave another vigorous shake, stretched out her forelegs in a yawn before bringing the rest of her to lay down opposite of the Valhallan. The cottage smelled of Iolaire's many stores and Cairo's own poultices. He was healing, slowly, slowly. It'd be weeks before he was even close to one hundred percent, however.
She rested her head comfortably between her paws, eyeing him for a moment. "Sooooo, it would seem you're not the only one who fights lions around here. And you weren't kidding, that is some scary stuff." Her brows wiggled with delight as she teased him with the story, recalling her earlier outing with Resin. Of course she'd encounter a lioness not long after she'd heard Cairo's own story. Funny thing it was.