This forest was a massive, impressive, build of trees. Taller than Alaric had seen before. They reached to the heavens in such a gigantic way. Alaric's orange gaze scanned the tops, looking for signs of life. A few birds flickered here and there. He watched them with an apathetic and bored gaze. His nose twitched as he took in the new smells. So far it seemed no one has claimed this land yet. He trotted along through the forest in a quiet yet determined gate, not quite dead set on anything in particular. Just a simple stroll, the quiet determined gate was his default walk. His black ears remained perked forwards in alert, his body language neutral. Yet his aura held a certain prideful air to it, despite his neutral body language. Who would he meet here? He wasn't sure if he was fond of company or not. He was open to surprises but not with much enthusiasm.

It was a bit unusual for her to be this far north, but with nowhere else to be, Calliope figured why not. Large trees that appeared miles wide stretched up to the skies around her. Plenty of shade and coverage from the chilling autumn wind. The dense moss that grows along the ground helps cover the sound of her paws as she moves through the forest. Content to be bored, she is surprised when a masculine scent hits her nose. Pausing her step, Calliope glances around until a white wolf comes into her peripheral.

As much as she hates to admit it, Calliope has taken some of her father's curiosity. Approaching with a relaxed and neutral body language, she calls out to the stranger with a chuff. Depending on his reaction to her appearance would dictate how she treated the situation. From what she can sense, he might be a little lost which would be good for her. "Didn't think I'd meet anyone out here," Calliope says, her seemingly mature vocals betraying the youthful appearance.

"Speech"