Fly Me to the Moon

The soft rustling of the high grasses near her brought Satira's bright blue eyes down to find the massive form of Mortis approaching with that gentle smile he always had on his face. Tira's expression brightened immediately. "Hi, Uncle Mortis!" she greeted him in her dulcet lyrics. Behind her, her tiny tail began to wag fiercely, happy to have company with her. He asked what she was looking at, and Satira turned her gaze back up to the annoying sky. "I wanted to see the lights Mama keeps talking about," she explained while searching for the stars that were evading her thanks to the lingering evening sun, "but they're being frustrating."

A little pout hung on her lips, turning her eyes from the blank and boring sky back to her infinitely more interesting uncle. He was so big, and he had wings and the sharp teeth Grandpa Sirius had! Rising to her feet, Satira boldly closed the distance between them to come sit right beside Mortis' massive paw, just about the size of his singular foot. She leaned her head against his ankle and looked back up at the sky again. "Could you fly up there if you wanted to?" she asked the winged man, pointing up to the moon with a miniature paw. He was the only wolf with wings she'd ever met. Was that because all the other ones had flown away? If so, she was glad he hadn't flown away too. She liked her uncle Mortis. He was always so kind and gentle.

"Satira Fatalis"