Just doing what I can
Corvus
06-18-2019, 01:04 PM
Cannival Cannival had done a lot of thinking on the conversation she and Shaye had those many nights ago. The alpha had welcomed her to Abaven fully, asking that she might help rebuild the pack to the best of her ability. The lioness had decided to add her contribution to the kill pile. While she was not exceptionally skilled in the way of hunting, she knew enough to keep herself fed and occasionally to catch an extra helping to share. Today, she'd stumbled upon a lone doe in firefly lake. It was a long way to drag the carcass and Cannival wondered absently why Abaven had chosen their kill pile to be in the furthest depths of their territory- serpent plains. Nearing the rapids, the lioness drew to a halt and gingerly placed the kill upon the edge of the shore. The dark cat wanted to wash her face of the blood before it was to set upon her fur, the last thing she'd want is more misunderstandings with the local wolves if they were to stumble upon her returning from the kill pile with a crimson stained maw. Carefully, she stepped into the rapids where the waters were less ravenous, spreading her legs apart to find some balance against the rushing water. It was more dangerous for a wolf to cross, she'd assume, but Cannival was thicker and larger then they were; she figured it'd take a mighty strong current to drag her under. Dipping her head, she lapped at the water's surface before lifting one large paw to wipe her face clean. |
06-19-2019, 07:00 AM
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06-19-2019, 05:29 PM
Cannival Someone cleared their throat, and Cannival's eyes clamped shut tight. An exhale fell from her weary maw, and she took a moment to remain head bent before the water as to steel herself and gather the courage to meet the greeting. "Hello." She responded carefully, lifting her head to meet the stranger's gaze. "Do you.. know if everyone was alright from the fire?" Cannival blinked at the wolf, stepping out from the stream to regard him. He didn't appear to be one she'd seen yet in Abaven, and she didn't recognize his scent beyond that he lived here. He didn't appear frightful or aggressive, and for that the lioness was exceedingly grateful. Maybe Shaye did speak to her pack after all. Cannival's eyes widened in a startle as she realized she hadn't yet responded to his question. No wonder she made Abavenites nervous. She swallowed hard and gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was lost in thought trying to place your scent. Scent tracking doesn't come as naturally to me as it does those of your kind." A glimpse of a smile came across her face to punctuate her words with warmth, and then faded as she considered his question. "I wouldn't say they're all... alright. Nobody died that I heard of, and I guess that's something." Golden eyes dropped from his face to bore firmly into the grass. "Honestly, it was chaos. I don't think anyone got away uninjured... I even heard that one of the children tried to use the fire to murder their sister." She thought of Motif, then, and was glad that her friend was safe. Memories of the fire swirled around her and she shook herself- her tail throwing droplets of water as it whipped through the air -as if to chase the negativity away. She cleared her throat, and then looked back up at the male. "You weren't here, then?" Was it typical for pack wolves to be so far from their packs that they couldn't come home during a crisis? |
06-22-2019, 07:35 PM
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06-22-2019, 09:11 PM
Cannival Cannival found herself mimicking his greeting, dipping her head to him in return. "I'm Cannival. I, uh, I'm not quite ranked. I was granted sanctuary to live here and help with the rebuild as best as I can." She gave him a shy smile. At some point she'd have to come up with a more compact explanation for her place in Abaven; the more she told others that she was not really a member, the less she felt she belonged entirely. "It's a pleasure to meet you, most run.. or growl." It saddened her to watch the wolf react to the news on his pack, and Cannival frowned as he lowered himself to the ground. "It could have been worse." She added gently, a sigh of empathy slipping from her maw. Carefully, she lowered her body down to lay as well. It felt awkward wrong and awkward to stand there above him. Soft gold eyes looked on him as he gathered his thoughts, giving him time to absorb the news. "I was sleeping.. and was stuck in my den." Corvus said, and the lioness squinted at him in confusion. The burns on his paws said that he was indeed among those injured in the fire, but she did not recognize him as one of those who took to the rapids after evacuation. It was possible what he said was quite literal and he was stuck in his den until the fires burned out, but in that case he'd have to have been very close to the flames to have been burnt. How did he wait out the fire and not succumb to the smoke? Cannival did not wish to judge him however, and she could admit that it was a hectic time. It was possible he snuck past her and made it to safety without catching her gaze, but somewhere internally she doubted that. She could not deny his injuries, however, and if anything that was enough for Cannival to let him think he'd fooled her. "You know, I was told just a few days ago the best course of treatment for burns... but I can't seem to remember what herbs were involved in the ointment. I wish I could offer to tend to your injuries." An apologetic smile crossed her face, and she chuckled softly at her own ineptitude. "I guess you're not the only one who feels they may have let down the pack." It was a presumptuous statement, but it felt right to say. So far Corvus did not appear to hold any aggression towards her, but she could only hope he did not take it the wrong way. |
06-30-2019, 08:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2019, 07:53 AM by Corvus.)
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07-02-2019, 08:26 PM
Cannival Cannival was truly glad that the wolf did not need healing and allowed herself to relax as settled into a more comfortable position. So far their conversation was pleasant, and thankfully he did not take offense to her rather bold assumption. To herself she wished that all the Abaven wolves would be as easy to talk to as Corvus. "So, how'd you come to Abaven, anyway? You said you've been allowed.. sanctuary?" He seemed confused, and Cannival couldn't blame him. It wasn't normal to see a lioness living among wolves, especially when she had so very little to offer the pack. Hopefully one day she'd prove more useful to them. "It's a bit of a long story." She admitted sheepishly, giving him a sad smile. "I lived in a pride once, but large cats -" Her massive head shook in disappointment, wishing she did not have to be associated with the beasts. "- They're very, very cruel. They kill cubs." Her voice caught for a moment at the word, and Cannival had to take a moment to center herself. "Like you wolves, sometimes the leaders get overthrown. With lions however, when a new male takes over the pride... well, he doesn't like the competition of the ex-leader's bloodline running around." Golden eyes squeezed shut. "So he kills them, the young. Then the mothers are expected to bear his children, instead." She let the silence wash over her for a moment, trying to regain her composure. It was a hard story to tell, and she'd never gone into it with such detail. To Shaye and Rhyme she'd given the cliff notes, but it'd been so long since she'd spoke of it now. "So, our leader killed my cubs. I left, then. Hoping to find somewhere new to live. I came upon Abaven, and your leaders were gracious enough to let me stay." A fond smile touched her lips, and she added one last thought. "Your pups here are very, very sweet. It's nice to be around children again." |
07-09-2019, 08:54 AM
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