“I really do not see why you all like her so much. What is it that you see in her? Ugh, and look at her, thinking she can be with the Chief.” Calliope rolled her eyes at Daisy and the Chief, who was obviously undertaken by Daisy’s mindless chatter. It had been a long day with little kills, and though the campgrounds were well stocked, Froly had specifically instructed the duo to find and kill as much of the jungle as possible. Winter was around the corner and livestock would be running short.
“I don’t know, Calliope, but would you mind helping me hang this pelt?”
“I just want to know. I mean, she’s not even really all that pretty; she’s just a dumb little floozy who thinks her looks can get her everything.”
“Maybe you don’t see it because you don’t have one,” Fritter muttered under his breath. Calliope growled at him, baring her fangs as her body took on a slight glow.
“And what is THAT supposed to mean?!”
“It means she has a heart. Something you obviously don’t know of.”
“I know what a heart is, Fritter.”
“But do you have one?” Fritter smirked at Calliope and lifted one corner of the heavy-weighted leopard pelt, pinning it up in the tree to dry. Calliope glared at him, her skin glowing brighter and brighter as she pushed him up against a tree, one hand wrapped around his thick neck.
“I can rip your throat out before you can say, I’m sorry, Fritter. You know that. Now, we don’t want to get on each other’s nerves, do we?” The side of her mouth went upwards in a cocky side-grin. Calliope rolled her eyes and threw Fritter back against the tree, pinning the rest of the pelt up with an inhuman speed and scoffed at Fritter.
“You sicken me.”
He just smiled and dusted the dirt off of his knees.
“Guys?” Froly’s thick Etenian accent rang throughout the small campground, “I think you should come and see this.”