before you get all aggressive

Cal is half-tempted to snap at her sister as the older girl keeps pace with her. It would be best if everyone realized that she liked her little bubble and wouldn't tolerate others getting into it. Her ears flick back slightly as she lets out a snort. Flurry? What a dumb name, ha. However, her interest is picked back up when her sister says she might let her try. One brow is raised as she glances at Flurry from the corner of her eye. Though her siblings were always willing to get into scuffles with it, getting into one with her older sister would be a new challenge. Probably nothing like the silly fights that their dad did with her where she could tell he was going easy on her.

She purses her lips as she thinks of something for Flurry to receive if she wins. If she won. Cal stops in her tracks and scoots the seashell closer to Flurry. It is a a darkly colored calico scallop shell. Looking up at her sister, she points a paw toward the medium-sized shell. "That can be yer prize. It kinda looks like you too," she says with a small impish smile and a wave of her tail. "Deal, Funky?" The pup adds on for extra annoyance.

Calliope, The Callous