Candida sure had done it this time. What had once been a nice little pelt, skinned cleanly from a previous meal of rabbit, was now mangled and shredded at random points. "Oh darn!" She said to herself with a deep sigh of defeat, giving a stroke at the soft fur with a front paw before placing it by the large pile of wood chips and small curls of bark outside of her den, serving as a sort of waste basket for the remains from her art. She just couldn't get how other artisans worked with skins. They were just so.. so difficult to work with. She had been trying to make one that looked similar to Elder Atia's own, but just.. couldn't. Such a pretty thing around her neck too, with the black zebra stripes bold against the white on the skin.
'I haven't been able to get it right..' The lioness thought to herself with a soft grumble under her breath as she laid down in front of her den's entrance, looking from the island the Oracle lived on to her wood pile. It seemed Bacchus didn't find the need to help her out with her art today.. Was today meant for art, or something else? 'Dida gave a flick of her tail at this thought.
