The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

She would never admit aloud, but being a loner was not for her. As much as she thought the freedom would be amazing and fun, it honestly was really fucking boring. Most anyone she came across was either lame or didn't care for her attention. There were a few boys she had her eye on, but nothing really stuck. So instead, Calliope went home to her parent's open arms and found herself tagging along to the bonfire. After being filled in on anything she'd missed, she was eager and itching for some excitement.

Bringing up the tail end of their posse, Calliope's bright gaze wanders over the growing crowd of wolves. Not many she recognized except for the younger black-coated boy who she had googly eyes for once upon a time. While her gaze may have lingered on him a moment longer than others, it full stops when her nose catches scent of them. How had not-Ethne scum been invited to this shindig? Calliope's hackles raise instinctually, teeth grinding together as she moves around her lounging parents to wander closer to the excited puppies.

Any move toward the pups or even her parents and Calliope would be on them. Hell, even if they didn't try anything, she just might.

Calliope Fallen