The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Wolves walk by, but none are of much interest to her. Puppies dart in and away, mostly ignoring her because well, she'd been gone since before they were even conceived. Would her own littermates recognize her now that she'd grown and experienced the world? Eh, not that she gave two shits what they thought anyway.

A few of the more attractive males do force her gaze to linger longer than others. How tempting it would be to try and steal them away from their dates... Calliope barely hears the words echoing out over the plains as Artorias speaks to them all. Her mind is still wondering about how lovely it would be to work her magic.

Oh, what was this? Suddenly, she notices Gilgamesh is no longer tucked away with Modesty behind her.

Her gaze flicks over to her father, chin turning to watch as he saunters rather calmly over to the small girl that seems so familiar. Calliope's piercing gaze falls on Haydee, trying to place a paw on how she knew the girl. Wait, that's right. She's father's enemy number one. This should be fun! That all too familiar sensation of adrenaline begins to seep through her as she watches her father lower his face toward the girl.

Oh, but what's this?! Two wolves, a hunk and some old fart attempting to cut him off? Calliope's eyebrows raise, ears alert and tail thumping against the ground. "Kick their asses," Calliope whispers, attention switching back to notice Haydee starting to slink off and away from the commotion between Gilgamesh and the two wolves. "No, sweetie, I don't think so," she hisses under her breath as she pushes up onto her ivory paws. Whatever her father would want from the girl, Calliope was determined to assist in helping him achieve it.

Taking long strides to cover the distance between herself and Haydee quickly, Calliope lowers her head, snaking through the crowd as if no one else existed. Honing in on her target, she crouches further to better match the height of the extra-small girl attempting to escape. Her teeth clack together quickly, loud and aggressive as she lets out a threatening growl. "You won't be getting away this time," Calliope calls out, her words a near cackle.

When she nears Haydee, Calliope reaches out to try and grab ahold of Haydee by the scruff. As if the girl were a pup, nothing too damaging for now, but just enough to carry her out of the territory and back home.

Calliope Fallen