This time don't need another perfect line

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

As suited Callisto best, she was on her way back to her den in the Steppe. The passing of winter into spring had brought with it an entirely unforeseen event that the new Alpha - or Drottning as she now preferred to be called - had decided upon to ring in the new season, a festival that invited any and all within Ebony's borders and encouraged merriment and socialization between every party involved. By nature, Calli had never really been very personable. Her patience for others had always been limited and spent very quickly, her temper easily getting away from her. And, despite Katja suddenly opening up the boundaries of the lake and allowed anyone in, she still liked it here in Ebony. Offending someone and causing a stir was not going to get her anywhere, and so staying close to her den had been her only other option.

It was irritating, being driven out of a place that she had long ago begun to consider her home, because of a few strangers but unwilling yet to compromise it was how she needed to deal with it. Her lean grey legs carried her slowly along, trailing the pack's border and seeking where it curved to encircle the Steppe and her den when a call that rang through the air stopped her short. Silvery blue eyes narrowing, the healer-in-training pondered for a moment. Was it a familiar voice? No. The numbers inside Ebony had shrunk, not grown, recently, and the fact they called for Katja seemed to confirm her suspicions it was not a fellow Ebony wolf. But there was something about it...

A new suspicion arising, Callisto changed course and brought herself back into the territory that surrounded Firefly Lake, traveling just by sound until she caught Katja's scent. She trailed after it and eventually was rewarded for her efforts by stumbling across her masked leader in conversation with the three-legged wolf who had shown up missing her paw at their borders. Quietly, her silvery blue eyes cast in Katja's direction first in silent greeting, Calli ventured into their midst, her posture neutral, relaxed, though as soon as her eyes went back to Ballad she was already assessing her condition. She was up and moving. That was good. A little wobbly, perhaps, but she could hardly expect anything less. A part of her wished to get closer, to inspect the leg more thoroughly now that the patient in question was awake and capable of answering questions, but feeling as if she had interrupted something she hung back, quietly observing and awaiting a proper opening.

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