too tall grass plains

A voice called out in reply and Calypso's ears perked up, a wave of excitement washing over her as she realized she was about to be rescued. When no body came along with the voice, the thrill died quickly in her chest. This must be the new wolf whom Callie had set out looking for, except that meant neither of them knew the territory well enough to navigate it. "No, I'm not okay!" She called out, her voice carrying the typical tone of a puppy mid-tantrum. "I'm lost and I'm going to be lost forever, and now you're going to be lost forever too and it's all my fault!" If she was ever found before her body rotted into the rich soil, the pup was convinced her father would dig her a new grave himself.

She threw herself to the ground, accepting her final resting place with a loud resigned groan. Her fire-wrapped paws came atop her eyes, her elongated claws poking sharply at her own face Calypso didn't care. "When I starve to death you can eat me, then maybe you'll live long enough for someone to find you." She offered sadly, staring into the tall swaying grasses and imagining the stranger who hid within them. "Just make sure you don't tell my dad or my grandpa that you ate me, because then they'll just eat you. They're very protective."

"Speech"