Dog Without Flaws

Frankly, Calliope is getting tired of the cold. The snow is wet and icy, sticking to her paws and fur in such a way that it makes her steps clunky. A bit grouchy from the weather, that blanket of grey above her taunting her bad mood, Calliope moves across the plains. Having come from the coast to look for some sea life to eat, she was determined to make it back home for a nice, cozy fire in her treehouse out on the estuary’s shore.

Due to her hurried nature, she nearly missed the girl sitting down in the snow. With not a shred of wind to pass her by either, Calliope almost kept going. Until she took a double take over her shoulder and noticed the silky hair and bright purple eyes. Fortunately for the girl, Calliope doesn’t have much on her list of “doesn’t find attractive.”

Putting a playful smirk on her ivory lips, Calliope changes direction and makes her way to the girl. “And who might you be?” Calliope inquires, velvet tones purring as her gaze moves over Morwenna before plopping herself down into the snow, quickly forgetting how miserable she was moments before.