Ghost in the machine

Wandering wasn't exactly her favorite past time, but with no one to bother, Calliope found herself doing exactly that. She kept to the shade, avoiding the warmer temperatures as much as she could. Though her frame is slim and growing into the large size she will be, she still finds herself feeling overheated more often than not. Her tongue lolls from her mouth, hot breath washing out from her mouth as she continues to move about the rolling hills.

These hills were not like the ones with the buffalo. A barren landscape, not a single dot of green to be found. Which probably meant she wouldn't find anyone to interact with. Cresting a rather ominous looking hill, Calliope glances around. Inhaling a deep breath, a note of someone on the wind catches her attention. Narrowing her gaze against the bright sun that sets along the horizon, she's barely able to pick out the smaller brown wolf that practically melts into the surroundings.

Wasting no more time, Calliope approaches, a nonthreatening posture to her appearance. Tail low, a few wags, ears relaxed and even a smile on her opened and panting mouth. Deceiving? Yes, but the other girl didn't need to know that... yet. "Hope you're not as lost as I am," a dry laugh leaves Calliope as she comes to stop before the other girl. There's a pack scent on her which leaves Calliope on guard, eyes flickering around to see if she was being watched.

"Speech"