Curiousity...

It wasn't often Calliope stayed inside. The walls felt suffocating. Too close, pressing in on her. She much rather be out in the jungle, finding trouble, getting lost. One can tell by the look on her face that she isn't pleased. That slight wrinkle of her lip, the hard glint of her gaze. Prowling through the hallways, between the floors, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Was that a hushed conversation? Someone sleeping? Two wolves entangled? Yuck.

The sound of shifting wood catches her attention. Quickly, she moves her trajectory to the supply room. Stopping in the doorway, she notices the young pup attempting to find a way up a stack of lumber. Her head cants to the side, watching silently as he tried to put the puzzle pieces together. From what she could tell, there was no real point to climbing the lumber pile, but pups were curious and going to pup. Stepping forward, Calliope lets out a chuff, a noise to alert the boy to her presence.

"Need help?" She finally asks, her silky smooth voice a bit hoarse from the recently arid air.

"Speech"