doin' a distract

Calypso was frustrated beyond belief at her showing in the tournament. She'd made too many mistakes, brought shame upon the Fatalis family, and somehow added to her ever-increasing loss count. The only wolf she'd managed to beat in combat so far had been her sister- that wouldn't impress her father in the slightest. To make matters worse, Sirius had taken Basilisk on an adventure to the Hallows. As far as Callie could understand, it must have been because her brother was favored not only by their father but by the other leading wolves of the pack, too. She huffed a sigh, kicking the sand and bringing her markings to glow brighter in the fire of her anger.

If only she could prove herself somehow, but how? All the adults in the Armada were well-trained and experienced fighters, no matter how many times she requested a spar Callie knew she was merely adding to her losses. Even the children who roamed the plains seemed to be exceptionally skilled, Levi was tiny but packed full of a dangerous sort of energy that Callie assumed had to be inherited from her grandmother herself. Basilisk was huge and growing more every day, on track to tower over even the largest of the Fatalis family. What did Callie have to offer? A faint glow, that served only to show her opponents how nervous she was in combat.

The pup was so preoccupied with her own thoughts and lack of self-confidence that she didn't see the crocodile come up from the water, moving slowly across the sand towards her. Its jaws opened wide as it neared her from behind, intent on making the fire-toned female its next meal.

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