Stirring Up Dirt

After returning home, Calliope was growing more accustomed to the territories surrounding Raider lands. One such area that she enjoyed was Wolfpaw Lake. Its smaller pools were the perfect size for her to take an icy dip in. There was also plenty of water fowl milling about, avoiding the colder temperatures of up north and seeking privacy from the nearby estuary.

Wolfpaw Lake is exactly where she goes that day. Her steps sounds extra crunchy as she moves with long strides through browned reeds and grass. Intent on catching herself a lunch before washing her pale and pastel fur, she is surprised to see another wolf stalking the lake’s shore. Okay, it’s not that surprising since wolves from here pack frequented here, but this one wasn’t a Raider.

Pastel blue and violet gaze lingers on him for a moment as she pauses to watch his movements. Hunting? Or passing by? Calliope questions this before approaching. Confidence exudes her very form with chin tilted up, ears perked, and tail kept at a relaxed position, waving gently behind her. Calliopes deepened tones purr with flirtatious notes as she very nearly gets within his personal space.