Calliope glanced at Clio reproachfully. "If you're the one..."
"I was defending Attollo!" Clio snapped, her hackles bristling.
Neptune glared at the white pegasus. "Calliope, we need to work toge--"
"Fine," Calliope looked at the brown he-wolf next to Clio. "But if ANYTHING happens with you near someone..."
Myth silently crawled up behind, "Can I help with anything?" She muttered, with pleading eyes.