Scavenger hunt

The pack of coyotes are relentless. Even as Kenway and Jael jump to help, Calliope knows if they were any smaller, this would be a much bigger challenge. How had Jael not been eaten alive yet? Reaching out to grab a coyote that aims to jump onto Modesty, Cal's teeth grab it by the neck and fling it away. Right, watch each other's backs, keep an eye on all sides. They could do that. If each one of them took a side, they would be protected. Easy.

With almost all of them out for the count, Calliope charges the last one. With the confidence of having three others to back her up, she reaches around and clamps her mouth over the spine of the coyote, right behind its shoulders. Picking up and giving it a good shake until it no longer could use its legs, she spits it back on the ground. Stepping forward to place a paw upon its neck, she glares down at the puny canine. "Better luck next time," she hisses before finally ending its life.

Taking a step back, she turns breathless to the group. "That was fun," Cal beams, her tail wagging as she smiles through the blood and gore that cover her face.

"Speech"