Dog Without Flaws

Calliope lets out a humored laugh as Morwenna leans into her. Sparkling gaze electric with interest turn to the healer as her lips widen in a devious smile. "It's more of a saying than anything," she leans in closer, inches away from Morwenna's face. "I don't hesitate to shed blood," Calliope whispers, her voice breathy as she lifts a paw to gently caress Morwenna's cheek. "When wolves need shit handled, I'm the one they call," she holds the close proximity between them as her pastel eyes search the wildflower colors of Morwenna's. "Have you ever... felt blood spill from someone's throat that was your own doing?"

"Speech"