shh, don't tell others this is here

Truthfully, Calliope was only aware of her surroundings when she was looking to make sure she wouldn't get jumped. When you're born into a family that partakes in violence for a living, you tend to grow up a tad paranoid. Whether the arena had once been full of wolves or used for bloodshed was lost on the young girl because all she can see is the blue and red wolf approaching her. Meeting in the middle, both of them looking each other up and down. Was there a tension there or was she imagining things?

Her brow furrows a bit, head canting to the side. He didn't know much about everything? All of Boreas? Cal's ears flick backward and she finally glances around. Notices the dirt, how bright the sun shines down, the many stairs and seats for thousands. Sure, she didn't know anything about this place either or much of many lands around Boreas, but she at least knew of some of them. Well, he wasn't giving her much, was he.

Turning her gaze back to the man, she thinks for a second. "What's your name? Where'd ya come from?" Her tone is more demanding than curious. Cal would get answers whether he wanted to give them or not.

"Speech"