Are You Hungry?

Calliope does not miss the wandering of wolves among the steaming pools of water. One in particular that approaches the less populated pool she herself is in has her gaze glancing in her direction. Pastel colored eyes rove over the roguish features of the grey and white striped wolf. Though Calliope can’t quite tell if they’re male or female, it doesn’t deter her unashamed glances.

Her eyes close a moment, perhaps acting as if she hadn’t been staring as the wolf approaches with that deliberate crunch. The calming tone of the stranger brings a raised brow to Calliope’s features. “Rough indeed,” she agrees, her own husky feminine tones breaking the hissing silence around them.

She doesn’t stir when the stranger slips into the pool. Relaxed features turning ever so slightly to face the girl even more. The genital situation was at least clear by this point. Her own grumble of satisfaction leaves her as the girl mentions the warm waters being glorious.

“You could say that again,” Calliope mentions, voice low with flirtatious notes as she inches ever so slightly toward the stranger. “Care for some company?” Her brow lifts, eyes watching the girl, taking her time with this one. There was no sense in risking being drowned if the other wanted to be left alone.