before you get all aggressive

The pup watches her sister lean down to get a good look at the shell. Was it not good enough? She almost lets out a 'tch' but holds back when Flurry looks at her and agrees to the conditions. Her ear twitches backward and her lip trembles into a small snarl at the word tiny. She was anything but tiny. Just look at her other littermates! They were minuscule compared to her! Instead of retorting back, Flurry gave her no chance so she simply rolled her eyes and waited for her older sister to finish putting distance between them.

Calliope looks over Flurry, raising a brow to the taunt, as she tries to figure out where an attack would be best. Still being quite young, it would be impossible to reach the older girl's face. Plus there was the matter of those fangs and horns. Hm. Her eyes lower to her sister's chest and legs. That seemed to be the most logical area, but would that be too obvious? Suppose she wouldn't know unless she tried!

Without wasting any more time, Calliope bursts forward across the packed sand. Quickly covering the distance between herself and Flurry, she darts to the right as she nears her sister. Continuing a few more steps past Flurry's left side, Cal aims to shove her shoulder against Flurry's left hind leg in hopes of making her stumble slightly. If that doesn't work, she takes another step toward Flurry's rear and jumps up to try and grab ahold of Flurry's tail. Ha, she wouldn't see that coming!

Calliope, The Callous