Calloon had returned to his roots. Literally. He dug into the hard ground with a paw so he would have something to play with while he was alone. The alpha male didn't like him much, he could tell, so associating with others was deemed risky in his book. He had always been on his own and, though he wished to stay with Rosings and with Lilah in particular, he didn't mind the quiet.

One silver ear flicked at the sound of the wolfess he had just been thinking about. He panicked a little and yanked the root out of the ground as he turned to go towards her call. As he padded through their home he spat it out along the way, but his muzzle was still covered in dirt when she came into view.