Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

The words of her father hit deaf ears as Cal picks at the grass by her paws. What was he droning on about anyway? Was he chastising someone? Finally curious, she turns her head around to lay it over Ken's back. She watches silently as the meeting continues to unfold. Even her mother's words are kind of drowned out, not like she would care anyway. None of it pertained to her, right? But the leaving of Rivin and the automatic throwing of the girl from the pack has Calliope's eyes lighting up. Looking from the door to Modesty, Cal smiles. Her tail even thumps a few times. Dang, she liked it when her mom was feisty!

When Ignis speaks up, Cal's interest is far more triggered. Steal the polar bear? Her eyes go wide and she's nodding excitedly. "I'll help catch the bear!" Cal calls out with a mischievous grin. "Ken and I both wanna go a roun' two with the beast," she even goes so much as to nudge her shoulder into her brother's side. "Wouldn't that be fun?" Cal whispers to Ken.

"Speech"