She's settled in fairly well, actually. Though there aren't livestock on the island yet, Jael would like for there to be. Already scheming in her head, she'd taken a few days to really walk the resort property. Learn what it had to offer, and learn what hadn't been restored yet. In particular, an empty swimming pool behind the complex looked promising. Though it was still caked with near-composted leaves, litter, and debris and currently host to some murky, ankle-deep water, Jael was no stranger to hard work. Her endurance was still lacking, and she needed to take frequent breaks, but she wasn't going to let that hold her back. Especially not when she was dialed in, fully focused on the task at hand.

The first order of business was getting everything out. Her going was slow, with just a shovel and a bucket. Clearing away the grime from the shallow end of the pool, one pail at a time was going to take ages but it wasn't like Jael didn't have the time. Integrating into the pack? Maybe not something she understands. Doing hard work? That's something she gets. Feeling useful. Like she's contributing. If Jael doesn't have a specific job to do, she will assign herself one. Maybe it'll be ridiculous, but she'll do it and it'll be great.

Dialed into the work as she was, Jael doesn't see the snake. The creature lurked subtly among the sodden leaves, the swampy compost mixture. By the time she's within striking distance, it's too late. Thankfully, the anaconda is slow and clumsy on land. Jael is small enough to look like a meal in the eyes of the beast, the massive rope of muscle throwing itself at the girl with startling force. She scurried back, hackles up. Already snarling, feeling twinge of her still-healing ankle when she steps back on it too hard.

Relentless, the snake struck again. This time, it manages to glance one of her forepaws, slicing the skin with a curved fang. Jael yelped, but she knew she couldn't waste time. Striking in retaliation, the girl lunged, grabbing at the serpent with her teeth. They find purchase, if barely, on the scaled beast. Already it was looking to tangle her up. Jael knows the anaconda will have the advantage in the water. She needs to keep it to the relatively dry shallow end, out of the rank soup that came together farther down.

Calliope was relentless in her search to spill blood. Ever since the incident with the stranger out in the archipelago, she felt a sort of lust that she couldn't ignore. A bubbling in her belly that ached to be satiated. From then on, any alligator or snake or predator alike was hers to defeat. No one would be safe from Calliope! She knew this, felt it even as she continued to grow. Though still young, she was far larger than any of her siblings and even some of the other pack members older than herself. Long, sleek legs, a well-muscled body, and a thick chest to match the feminine and angular face. From afar, one might believe her to be sweet as bubblegum, but upon closer inspection would notice the flecks of blood that mar her rainbow coat. They would see that dark look lingering in her brightly colored eyes. That same dark look clouded her eyes as she prowled across the isle's concrete jungle. Swiping down overgrown brush and chasing after birds, her attention was pulled away by a high-pitched yelp. Both ears perk up, eyes and body alert as her tail swings over her haunches. Who was fucking with the pack? No one fucked with the pack when Calliope was around. Bursting forward, she followed the sound of scales sliding through murky waters and the scratch of paws against concrete. Seconds pass before her long legs take her to the scene. At the bottom of the bowl, that small gremlin that her father had taken in is attached to a rather large snake. Calliope knew the girl was small enough to be swallowed whole, but for the sake of not pissing her father off, she decided to not let the girl meet her fate today. Circling around the bowl, head lowered, fur bunched up around her shoulders, Calliope lined herself up with the body of the snake. Leaping into the air, pushing off of the edge, she reached out and wrapped her legs around the snake. Digging in her claws and teeth, she held on for dear life as the snake turned its attention back to her, giving Jael an opening to do something... Hopefully. Calliope

The snake was massive, muscular, and angry. Jael had done enough to piss it off, or push it farther, one of the two. She tried to keep her teeth sunk into the beast, but it's too strong. Wrenching free, striking out again. The snake found her foreleg with its teeth. She scrambled backwards, yanking the paw free, landing flat on her ass in the mud in the process. It's in this moment Jael was acutely aware she was no longer alone. Someone else had joined the fight. About the same age as the son of Gil's she'd met, but already larger than Jael herself. A powerhouse already, and she gave Jael a moment to right herself, regroup.

From there, she re-launches her assault on the snake. Jael is fierce, teeth gnashing and snapping as she tries to grab the very angry spaghetti as best she can. The creature was thick, her mouth jammed open, but Jael was determined. Oh she was bound and determined to give the creature whatfor. It writhed and thrashed, and though Jael hung on for dear life, it was rocking the girl on her feet. She ground her teeth, fighting through the tough scales as she fought to maintain control.

Calliope won't deny that she thinks the other girl has some spunk. For someone so tiny, she sure was... mighty. But Cal won't admit it aloud. At least not right now. She has a snake to slay! As both girls tear into the snake, she can tell it's confused. Two versus one wasn't very fair, was it? Cal didn't give a shit. Even as the snake bit at her body, leaving bleeding puncture wounds, she continued to rip at the snake's body. Scales and blood go flying as Cal tears away from the snake. Panting heavy, sweat coating her fur, she turns to the snake's face. Waiting, patient, Cal tenses. Right as the snake decided to go striking toward her face, Cal lurched forward. Fangs met teeth as Cal grabbed ahold of the snake's lower jaw. The snake bits down, teeth piercing her muzzle. She whines loudly but hangs on. The snake was not going to leave alive. Calliope

For the girl’s young age, she showed no fear. Not a second thought to the snake or to anything else… she’d just gone for it. Full send. Jael respected the child— not that the respect of someone in her position meant a whole lot, but still. She’s impressed by the girl’s willingness, her ability.

The whimper doesn’t escape her notice. With as much crushing, sundering force as she can manage, she rips away with a chunk of flesh from the creature. It comes away in her jaws, blood flowing freely. Jael stumbled on her still-sore hind leg, but she was confident Calliope could handle what little life force was in the behemoth of a bitchy bungee cord.

Pushing through the pain that flooded her muzzle, Cal continued to shake. She shook as wildly as she could manage until the snake's jaw was hanging open. Limp and loose as the bone disconnected from the skull. The behemoth of a vile creature groaned and hissed, protesting as it tried to fling Cal away. Unfortunately for the reptile, Cal was persistent. Blood poured over her face as she ripped the snake's lower jaw from its body. Before it could land on her, she stumbles away and nearly falls on her butt.

The booming thud of the snake hitting the concrete has her smiling. Stalking slowly over to the snake, Cal spits out its jaw at it before biting down on its neck to end its life. The warmth of the snake leaves its body and Cal doesn't falter. Stepping back, she turns to the girl who looks worse for wear. "Not'sa bad," she mentions before turning back to the snake. Perhaps the nicest thing Cal has ever said to anyone before. "Now, how're we gunna get this outta here?" Cal asks aloud, knowing the girl will help, right?

The snake hit the bottom of the pool with a thud, one that echoed far louder than Jael would have imagined. Still trying to catch her breath and admittedly finding herself a bit tired and unsteady on her feet, Jael took a step back. It had been a lot to take the creature out, but it was done. It was done and she was pleased with that. She couldn't help but smile at Calliope-- the girl had done well. Without her help, Jael doubts the outcome would have been the same.

"You either." It's an appreciative nod, a lopsided grin. Her tail wagged loosely at her haunches, and she slowly circled the snake carcass. Studying, then trying to roll the dead weight with a paw. Nose wrinkling for a moment before making her determination. "We ask your dad to do it, probably," Jael was thoughtful, considering their defeated foe. She could feel the aching in her ankle, limp becoming a bit more pronounced again. The chances she'd be any help when it came to moving this thing? Low. Yeah, this might be something for Gilgamesh to handle, or get someone to handle for him. That sounded good.

Cal studies the dead reptile with mild interest. What could she harvest from it for herself? Her attention is drawn to Jael as the smaller woman offers that her father should help carry it out. A smile draws on her lips as she gives a firm nod. "Yes, he shoul' prolly know of this," she adds on before turning toward the building. Lifting her chin, the pup lets out a howl that is both loud and echoing through the concrete of the empty pool. When she turns back to Jael, she looks around at the muck and mess they stand in. "So, what're you doin' in here?" Cal asks. Perhaps she had more of her dad's curious than she knew.

The fact that Gilgamesh was allowing Jael to wander by herself made him nervous. Not only because she was small, but also because she wasn't fully recovered yet. There were still threats lingering about on the isle that could easily swallow her whole. While she may have argued (not that Jael was stupid enough to argue with him) that she could care for himself, he would rather keep her as safe as possible. For no reason other than he cared for the well-being of everyone in his pack... Yes, right, that was his excuse.

His mind lingered on her when the call from Calliope rang out. Slightly concerned after her near-death experience, Gil didn't waste any time answering. He had an inkling that possibly Cal would take advantage of his fatherly concern, but he wasn't going to risk it either. Making his way through the brush and broken concrete to where his daughter's call rang out, he was not expecting the sight that he saw. Coming to a stop at the edge of the large bowl, he looks down to see Jael and Calliope standing beside a monstrous snake. What was with his daughters and snakes? His brow furrows as he looks from one girl to the other.

"Calliope. Jael. What is this?" He asks slowly, still standing on the edge of the bowl, unsure if he is ready to know the truth or not.

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She knows better than to argue, but Jael had been left a bit devoid of a project. Recovering didn't count as a project. She'd found herself a project and really it would have been fine except for the whole massive snake of it all-- not even the good sort. Oh Calliope had already called for her father, and while she'd maybe hoped for more time to figure out what to tell him about the incident, it looked like she wouldn't have that luxury this time around.

Ah, but the girl's question came too. Jael's gaze glimmered, ears perking just a bit. "Cleaning it out so it's usable." She gestured to her bucket half-filled with muck, and the shovel leaning against it. "Think I can set it up for goats." A hopeful smile crossed the girl's lips, but uh, there was a rather long shadow cast over the edge of the bowl. She didn't know it was possible for Gilgamesh to look taller than usual, but there he was. Her smile doesn't falter, that hopefulness still shining through as she looks up at him.

"A snake," a little sparkle in Jael's gaze. "We need help moving it please." The girl stands at the pool's edge, looking directly up, tail wagging loosely at her haunches. All she can do is hope he won't be too upset by her little misadventure. Something about asking for forgiveness instead of permission-- hey, the shallow end of the pool had been cleared, and looked better than ever! That's something, right?