Deep in the forest

It was a bit unusual for her to be this far north, but with nowhere else to be, Calliope figured why not. Large trees that appeared miles wide stretched up to the skies around her. Plenty of shade and coverage from the chilling autumn wind. The dense moss that grows along the ground helps cover the sound of her paws as she moves through the forest. Content to be bored, she is surprised when a masculine scent hits her nose. Pausing her step, Calliope glances around until a white wolf comes into her peripheral.

As much as she hates to admit it, Calliope has taken some of her father's curiosity. Approaching with a relaxed and neutral body language, she calls out to the stranger with a chuff. Depending on his reaction to her appearance would dictate how she treated the situation. From what she can sense, he might be a little lost which would be good for her. "Didn't think I'd meet anyone out here," Calliope says, her seemingly mature vocals betraying the youthful appearance.

"Speech"