The day's travels had been slow. Painfully slow. The boy had spent much of the day out, wandering among the warriors, trying to keep up. The better hearted of them had picked him up, passed him about. Really, there was no greater feeling than riding on his father's shoulders. Like being on top of the world. Sometimes he romped among the yearlings, when they'd tolerate him. While he'd tried to walk with Maki, as she claimed she had stories for him, the boy quickly found they were all made up! At least Oki was more fun. It had been a big day for the boy! Big days led to naps, and now? Effectively catching his second wind as they rested at the very edge of the fjord, the boy was happy to get away from the rest. Get away and explore. They would need to rest for a bit before crossing, dad had grumbled something about this having sounded easier in his head or... yeah! So, sick, he'd get to play in the cold, shallow water while everyone else rested and did boring stuff. He's quick to notice the crabs as they scuttle about the rocks and tidepools, standing still and quiet as he observes. Squinting against the early afternoon sunlight, Björn focused his gaze on the crabs, waiting for one to come close enough to pounce on. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Her journey took her east from the archipelago that afternoon. Tired of being soaking wet from traversing the various islands she called home, she was relieved to finally be under solid land. Legs achy, shaking slightly, she slides down the rocky slope with hardly any grip. Paw pads are scrambling slightly, but she doesn't panic. Riding the wave in a sense until her growing body tumbles to the bottom and she has to do a sort of awkward roll to get back up onto all fours. Giving her coat a shake, she notices a scent of wolves. Not just one, but many. Her body freezes, fur bristling as her pale gaze looks about. Not far in the distance, she can see the group of wolves setting up camp, moving about, minding their own business.

Perfect.

To her left, she sees the creek and tide pools that flow south toward the open water. Moving quietly, careful not to disturb the rocks, she begins to prowl forward within the shallows. Concealing her paw prints and thankful she is traveling south to north, they won't notice her until the last minute. Her pale coat will mask her appearance in the distance. So for, she's invisible. She enjoys the racing of her heart in her chest, thumping erratically as her brain focuses on the task. Breath is slow and deliberate, lips are quivering, excited. Continuing her stalking prowl until a pup, nearly her age, is feet away. His focus is on the crabs that scuttle back and forth between tide pools.

Lips curling up into a malicious appearance, she turns her trajectory to him. As silent as she can manage, sifting through the shallow water to still hide her approach, she hesitates. Taking a moment to collect herself, ears folding back, muscles tensing, preparing, she knows she will enjoy this. In the next second, Calliope surged forward, pushing her paws over the slick rock and at the last second, lifting up to try and knock the boy over while also grabbing onto him so they could wrestle. Is that how everyone made friends?

"Speech"

Calliope vs Bjorn for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual

While Björn was hunting crabs, he himself was being hunted. The boy doesn't catch her scent, doesn't catch the sound of her, until it's too late. A worthy hunter, though he wouldn't admit it. Instead, it's all Björn can do to prepare for impact. Hackles up, head lowering the same breath he realizes he's in trouble. Icy gaze wild, fixing on the girl. No time to give a shit how pretty the girl was when she's trying to bite him. Meeting her aggression with the same energy, the same swiftness, Björn tries to grab her in return. He was going down, splashing and tumbling into the chilly fjord. It was all he hoped to take her down with him. A snarl ripped from the harbinger's throat-- savage. Maybe more savage than the average young boy trying to make friends, but when were they ever going to be average. Björn had been caught with his metaphorical pants down and he was really not a fan. Down into the water with a splash. If she wanted to wrestle, he was more than happy to wrestle. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Björn Trygg vs Calliope for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: under 6 months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter

He matches her ferocity and it excites her. Releasing her own deepening growl as their bodies clash, limbs flying and grappling, searching for purchase. His paws lose purchase and so do hers. The rocks and water come faster than she is expecting. Holding onto the mystery boy with all her strength, she braces for impact. Her shoulder meets slate, but she doesn't care. The feeling inside her grows, it itches. She wanted, no needed to taste his blood. To see him in pain.

Calliope's head switches back and forth, trying to find a spot on his scruff that he isn't protecting. As they roll around on the pointy hard ground, she fights for control. To show him that he can't just be this close to her territory without being on guard all the time. Another snarl rips through her as she attempts to gain the top position over her.

"Speech"

Calliope vs Bjorn for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual

Blood? Lucky for the pretty girl wrapped around him as they splash and grapple, Björn knows a thing or two about blood. Feeling the pressure build behind his eyes, squeezing them shut for just a moment and then-- there it goes. The torrent of blood unleashed from his eyes, streaming down his face, spraying forth as he tosses his head. They roll against the sharp stones, a rush of blood to his head as they rip at the flesh below. Scrapes and bruises, none of it matters. No, the harbinger was having far too much fun with their game. Björn growls as her teeth sink into his scruff, fuck her teeth were sharp. Shoulders rounding as he pitched his weight forward, striking out with his jaws. It's reckless, and he has no idea exactly what's within grabbing distance. It doesn't matter. They're fighting, Björn is covered in blood, and frankly he's having the best time. The boy can't help the manic little chuckle that builds in his throat as they fight and splash-- moody, sandy, bloody, brilliant. All the best things. Nothing came close to this, as far as Björn was concerned. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Björn Trygg vs Calliope for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: under 6 months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 2: Shooting Blood from Eyes - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter

And the winner is...

Calliope

Björn Trygg must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Björn Trygg : Attack Roll: 16 Defense Roll: 61 Agility Roll: 25 Perception Roll: 62 Total: 164 Attack[16] + 20% Bonus[3.20]: 19.20 Defense[61] + 15% Bonus[9.15]: 70.15 Agility[25] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 25.00 Perception[62] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 62.00 Total[176.35] + -30% Bonus[-52.91]: 123.45 Calliope : Attack Roll: 99 Defense Roll: 27 Agility Roll: 82 Perception Roll: 32 Total: 240 Attack[99] + 15% Bonus[14.85]: 113.85 Defense[27] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 27.00 Agility[82] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 82.00 Perception[32] + 10% Bonus[3.20]: 35.20 Total[258.05] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 258.05

Her teeth clamp down onto his scruff, sharp teeth digging into his skin. No matter how hard he struggles, legs and paws flailing at her body, he can't get one up on her. Wrestling with the boy is exhilarating. Rolling over rocks, through water and mud, both their coats in absolute horrid condition. She can't help but giggle against his fur as she pushes and shoves. Leaning one way and then using her momentum, Calliope is able to shove him over until she's standing over top of him.

Her paws are placed on either side of him and she's staring at his brilliantly blue gaze. Out of breath, her mouth is slightly agape as she tries to steady her breathing. "For such a strong lookin' pup, you sure are weak," Calliope taunts, her sharp puppy teeth reaching at the side of his face to nip at his cheek. Tugging on his fur, she pulls back and lets go at the last second. A cackle that is mixed with ferocity and excitement leaves her. Leaning back until she is sitting on his belly, she refuses to move. Her eyes train on him, daring him to make her.

"Speech"

Attack after attack comes in-- how is she so fast? Accurate too, fuck. The pushing and the shoving, both pups sopping wet and disgusting. The looks their mothers would have for them when they got home, right? The giggling draws Björn in, he mirrors it. A giggle that can't be squashed, despite the growls and grumbles that echo from his throat too. Indignant as she sits on him, Björn was also maybe having a bit of a hard time focusing. Sharp teeth on his cheek, his own lips pulled back to reveal shining teeth. A chuckle, a hum, something deeper and maybe a bit beyond his young age gathering in his throat. Björn's smile carries a sharp edge. "Weak? I have you right where I want you." His eyebrows lift, looking her straight in the eye. Trying to look damn near through her. Confident smile, his hind legs beginning to dig against the ground. Pushing back, pushing off the ground some. Threatening to tip her forward into him, instead of rolling and pushing her off to the side. Ego bruised, but he'd lick that wound in private. Yeah. He'd uh. He'd let her win. Or that was what he'd admit to. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

She meets his fierce gaze. Electricity crackling between them. Mesmerized by his blue gaze, how it matches her level of energy. Had she met her match?

Feeling him shift beneath her, his words have her brows raising. Oh, was that so? Another laugh escapes her. So he thinks. Moving with the raise of his hind paws and hips, Calliope tilts forward. Her face becoming dangerously close to his. Their breath intermingle, fur on their chests smashed together, their hearts nearly beating as one. And even though she knows she'll topple over him, she'll take her chance.

Firmly planting her lips upon his muzzle, she feels the fire burst through her. Once she releases, she continues to roll forward, landing above him on her head. Finishing her movement with a somersault, she lands on her back so the tops of their heads are touching. Breathless, she lays there for a moment. "Should never underestimate your opponent," Cal mutters under her breath, that villainous laugh still on her tongue.

"Speech"

Tense. Coiled tightly. Björn's heart throbbing in his chest, though he wouldn't admit to it. Hell, could she hear it from where she perched? Björn's head spun. She's close. He'd wanted her right here, a breath away, so close he can damn near taste. Still does. Electricity coursing through his system, the boy can't help himself. Chest to chest, dripping wet, muddy... damn she's pretty. Too fucking pretty. Björn doesn't balk, doesn't freeze. Meets the girl half way, reckless, bold. Even if he'd lost the fight, it seems he'd really won after all. As quickly as she'd come on, the girl crashes to the sand beside him. Björn presses the top of his head against hers, subtly seeking her out. Contact. Just as breathless where he sprawls in the sand, a rakish smirk creeping across his lips. The boy's gaze alight, the worst kind of brilliant. "I would never," a dark chuckle still in the boy's throat. Brassy and brilliant, sprawled lazily in the pebbly sand as he reaches up to teasingly paw at her face. "Never underestimate a pretty girl who comes out of nowhere to try to beat me up." BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

She feels the press of his head against her. That contact, its jarring. Unsettling in a way that she can't describe. Does she enjoy it? Loathe? She can't tell. Her nose wrinkles. A sigh releases, eyes close. His words are raspy, she can hear him laugh as well. Mmm, as tempting as it is to stay, she knows she's overstayed her welcome. She can feel the grips of reality pressing in on her. It was time to move on.

Rolling over and up onto her paws, she hovers over the boy, her face over his. "It is time for me to depart," her voice is husky. Quickly, her muzzle presses downward and to the side so that her lips graze against the side of his muzzle. "Until we meet again," Calliope whispers to the unknown boy, a smirk on her lips before she slips away. Not even a look back, she makes her way toward the sloping walls of the fjord. Finding an easier path up, she leaves.

-exit Calliope-

"Speech"