Make Me

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

The young girl was so attentive with her gaze set toward the interior of the territory that she caught sight of the wolf pacing well before his path seemed to direct itself toward her own. Well, a definite plus to this place then. At least the residents here were proactive and assuring their borders were strong and protected, though she hardly considered herself to be of any threat. Not even with her precious herbs was she skilled enough to be lethal. That, however, was a fact she was still hoping to remedy. She was still unsure what she sought here at the border to this unknown pack but she was curious despite herself. It seemed the loneliness of traveling alone had made her more desperate than she was even willing to admit to herself.

Callisto slowed and then stopped as the male wolf - a strange creature of darkness splashed with white - reformed his expression into the semblance of a smile, posture authoritative with a friendly air. Obviously he intended to intercept her, likely before she became bold enough to cross directly into his land, and so she waited for him, allowed him to approach her as she stood silently and stoicly by. His greeting was casual and curious, not so much the kind if address that she would have expected from a border patrol but one she would have expected by happening upon a stranger alone. Oh. He was reacting to the wayward child image that she projected. And perhaps, a little, beneath her disinterest, she was touched by his unnecessary concern.

She had no answer to his first question and so she focused upon the second, answering with a simple, "Yes." She was alone, in more ways than one. No pack. No family. No friends. She felt entirely out of place for it, driven here on the cusp of some claimed territory just to force an interaction on herself, one that she felt both awkward and reluctant about continuing. What was she doing here? Maybe this was too bold a move. The smiling wolf offered his name, as well as his title, and Callisto could not stop herself from answering in discreetly mocking tones. "Callisto. Of nowhere." She had never thought herself attached to the titles and authority that her parents used to possess, but now she missed it. At least with it she had felt like a part of something, with a particular place that she fit in. Being stranded with nowhere to go was much worse.

Second thoughts had sprung up, but through them she considered what she had just been told. High Lord. That sounded important. Ebony? Nowhere in her recollection of the few times that she had been around her father when he was considering politics had she heard of such a pack. Was it new? Created after the time when her father fell sick and isolated himself from everyone? The blank, bored look about her face became slightly more animated as her brow furrowed around puzzled blue eyes, asking still in her naturally disinterested tone, "What's Ebony?"

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