from northern gods spawned

Her journey took her east from the archipelago that afternoon. Tired of being soaking wet from traversing the various islands she called home, she was relieved to finally be under solid land. Legs achy, shaking slightly, she slides down the rocky slope with hardly any grip. Paw pads are scrambling slightly, but she doesn't panic. Riding the wave in a sense until her growing body tumbles to the bottom and she has to do a sort of awkward roll to get back up onto all fours. Giving her coat a shake, she notices a scent of wolves. Not just one, but many. Her body freezes, fur bristling as her pale gaze looks about. Not far in the distance, she can see the group of wolves setting up camp, moving about, minding their own business.

Perfect.

To her left, she sees the creek and tide pools that flow south toward the open water. Moving quietly, careful not to disturb the rocks, she begins to prowl forward within the shallows. Concealing her paw prints and thankful she is traveling south to north, they won't notice her until the last minute. Her pale coat will mask her appearance in the distance. So for, she's invisible. She enjoys the racing of her heart in her chest, thumping erratically as her brain focuses on the task. Breath is slow and deliberate, lips are quivering, excited. Continuing her stalking prowl until a pup, nearly her age, is feet away. His focus is on the crabs that scuttle back and forth between tide pools.

Lips curling up into a malicious appearance, she turns her trajectory to him. As silent as she can manage, sifting through the shallow water to still hide her approach, she hesitates. Taking a moment to collect herself, ears folding back, muscles tensing, preparing, she knows she will enjoy this. In the next second, Calliope surged forward, pushing her paws over the slick rock and at the last second, lifting up to try and knock the boy over while also grabbing onto him so they could wrestle. Is that how everyone made friends?

"Speech"