No more time for playing!

Calliope, along with her litter mates, were finally a year old! Which meant she would be allowed to lead raids. Relieving some of the stress off of her parent’s backs while they continued to recover and rekindle, Calliope was happy to take the lead.

Standing on a raised portion of the moor that was large and flat enough to fit the group, she lifts her muzzle to the sky. Calliope lets loose a rippling howl of aggressive excitement. It was clear in her body language and expression that she was more than ready f or this.

“Alright everyone,” Calliope calls out as they approach. Once they’ve all gathered, she gives them a cheek to cheek grin. “We’re going to go pester Obscura and see what they’re all about,” she says snidely, her tail wagging quickly back and forth.

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