Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-27226023-20151020030711

"''Can somebody just kill me already?" ''

This sentence reached Calli's keen coyote ears.

"Ah shaddup you pissant..." she murmured trying to concentrate on a game of Sparkles The Unicorn Attack on her MirrorPhone.

"Hexcuse me?" a lady said looking slightly appalled. She had her little daughter with her.

"Oh! Sorry...I uh. Th-there's an ant...crawlin' up my leg," Calli grinned with the charm of a Cheshire.

The little girl was looking cuirously at the pelts, running her small fingers through each one.

"What's this one mommy?" her tiny little voice inquired.

"Looks like a wolf pelt sweetie..." her mother idly said while she studied the arrows and bow.

Calli wanted to slap her forehead feeling a wave of second hand embarrassment.

"Actually," she worked her way around the table so she could kneel beside the little girl, "this is a fox pelt. A grey fox to be exact. Ever seen one of those?"

The little girl shook her head albeit shyly.

What followed was an explanation on what a grey fox was, how it was classified and what role it played in her fairytale story as well as its significance to her culture. Each animal pelt was given the same regard but Calli paid some special attention to the bobcat and chose how to explain it to the little one carefully, opting to leave out certain details or change them around a more family friendly matter.

Her interaction was long and detailed but it kept the little girl entertained, smiling and laughing at certain bits about Calli's silly stories while the mother nodded impressed and would interrupt only to inquire about certain things like the use of tools and what some of the other items signified.

Then they left, the mother elated and enlightened by a coyote's charisma while the little girl happily had a piece of soft candy tucked away in her cheek courtesy of Calli who couldn't help but fish it from her pockets to give to her.

Calli felt accomplished. Ridiculously so. Her grandfather would be proud...wherever the hex he went. She wished he had been there if only because he was as good with children as her, if not better and would have had a field day with the little girl. Probably would have given her more candy too.

"They are a little bit like wolves but much smaller. Don't ever