Are You Hungry?

Winter washes over Boreas with a ferocity that Calliope dislikes. Unknown to her, it’s not the worst winter the continent has experienced, but it’s her first winter as a teenager and she hates it. Her fur gets clumpy with dirt and icy, paws are raw and dry, nose always dripping as she tries to avoid the whipping wind that snaps at her face. Raider territory was relatively warmer compared to other areas, but she wasn’t close to home that day.

There was one place that she knew of nearby though that would hopefully help. Prowling through the underbrush like the predator she was, Calliope is always on alert. Pastel blue and violet eyes watch her surroundings, staring through the bare trees for any enemies until her destination comes into view.

Steams rolls off mirror-like surfaces. A few random wolves take their own dips in nearby pools, but Calliope pays them no mind. Her paws pick up their pace, scaling the smooth rock face with ease and grace. Perching on the precipice of a pool’s edge, she stares down at her reflection for a moment. She can’t help but snarl at her appearance. It was definitely time for a bath.

Not wasting another moment, Calliope slips in with eyes closed, body fully submerging for a few seconds. Once she resurfaces, she exhales and lets out a pleased noise. Exactly what I needed. She thinks to herself as she leans against the warm rock wall and places her chin upon the edge to keep herself afloat.

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