the devil will make me a free man

Had she moved? Calliope blinked. Suddenly, the shock of the icy tear on her fur, she yanks her paw close to her chest. Her lips pull up into a sneer. What was with this wolf anyway?! The pup folds her ears backward as she blinks and now sees the sad wolf-dog on the other side of a sheet of ice with a bag. For her? Her eyes widen as her tail wags. Oo, fun! "Thanks, lady!" Calliope says before scooping up the bag and following until she reaches the hallway.

She was supposed to go in there? Looking over her shoulder, Calliope looks around, uncertain. Would she be safe? Did it matter if she was? Thinking about it, Calliope finally turns back to the wolf. "No funny business, you hear?" The pup warns the wolf-dog before using her dexterity to carefully tread down the hallway.

Calliope, The Callous