Curiousity...

Silence comes as the boy turns to her and stares. No words, just an awfully awkward pregnant pause that leaves her fur bristling slightly. Why wasn't he talking? Why was he staring at her with those beady red eyes? Was something the matter? She hadn't been mean upon approach like she typically she chose to be so he had no reason to not talk to her. It forces her brow to furrow, a rumble in her throat as she contemplates just leaving him be and moving on with her life.

That is until he turns and places a paw upon the log before looking back at her. So he did need help? But he couldn't talk? Wouldn't? Didn't want to? The answer is confounding, but Calliope wouldn't deny the boy since she had asked if he needed it. Moving forward, she lays down on the floor beside the large log. "Climb on me then on the log," she turns to point at her back and then back at the log. Maybe he was deaf and if so, hopefully her muzzle pointing would give him the right idea.

"Speech"