Northstar Vale The way your words hang in the moment suspended

Calliope studied the other female carefully, noting the distinct characteristics that lent her a unique appearance. The pale-furred wolf pivoted towards her and although she was petite, she made no attempt to mask her pride. Calliope wondered, then, if the woman before her was Warbone’s equal – she certainly carried herself as so.
 
If that were the case, she would make no attempt to outdo her. Calliope knew Warbone would not settle for just anyone to lead alongside him. Of course, she would have to wait and see if that was truly the case for the sharp little wolf, but her demeanor already spoke volumes about her place within the pack.
 
The female’s voice beckoned to her, requesting her identity. “Calliope,” she replied evenly, her bright gaze meeting the other’s piercing blue stare evenly. Sinewy limbs shifted to begin closing the gap that separated the two women. Calliope carried herself confidently, but not overbearingly so; her ears remained thrust forward and her tail swept from side to side at a neutral level.
 
She had to intention to challenge the woman, but her demeanor made it clear that she would not roll over and cower in weak submission. The beginnings of a smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. As she halted a short distance away from her, Calliope’s look seemed to ask, “and you?”