Mine! Mine! Mine! [Calliope]

Another coyote down, Calliope turns to the one that is pulling at her side. A snarl rumbles in her as she reaches back and grabs ahold of its scruff. Yanking it from her own body, she watches as it thrashes around in her grasp. It doesn't take more than a few shakes of her head to knock it unconscious. Spitting it out onto the ground, she watches as the rest of the pack goes running. Breathless, she turns to the other girl that close in age to her. Smiling wide as she licks her own teeth clean, she lets out a laugh. "You're not so bad yourself," Calliope responds as her tail wags a few times behind her, a simple but perhaps the only gesture she'll show that she would maybe be friends with the girl.

"Speech"