Our Skin Is Not Fruits [Cal]

Calliope was out trying to find trouble as she typically did. Traipsing through the dense jungle without a care in the world. A bird is grasped tightly in her jaw, proud of her successful catch as she ignores the feathers sticking into her gums. Tail flagged happily over her back as she made her way from the outskirts back to the main building.

The hum in her throat is suddenly stop when a familiar screech is causing birds and squirrels to scatter. Stopping in her tracks, Calliopes watches with a knitted brow as her brother runs by with a bear giving chase behind him. What the fuck Tar, Cal thinks to herself before letting out an annoyed sigh. Dropping her bird into the brush, she takes off at top speed for the ursine. Utilizing her tall height to jump wide roots and catch up quickly, Calliope dives in and grabs ahold of the bear's rear ankle as it pushes off to try and lunge at Tarnish. Holding on tightly, she digs in and tries to get the bear to stop chasing her brother.

"Speech"