Dad Squared?
Tira and Arc!
Field Medic
06-21-2021, 09:58 PM
Much to her disappointment, their mother had forbidden them from exploring anywhere outside of the den without some sort of escort. Satira knew Mom was protective and the best warrior in the Armada, so rightly she would want to keep them safe, but this felt more like house arrest than growing up. Still, she took every opportunity to explore with whoever was with her at the time when she could get it, especially if it was with her dad or Grandpa Sirius. Mojito was much busier than Naiche was for some reason, and while it made her sad that she didn't get to see her father as often as she liked, Satira enjoyed every second she could get with her sire. She looked up to Mo for his quiet reverence for his duties and his skills with medicine. She wanted to be a ferocious fighter like her mother and a talented doctor like her father.
Satira was lying beside the den entrance chewing on a piece of stick to sharpen her puppy teeth while enjoying some fresh air and sunlight when the familiar form of her father approached from somewhere off in the plains, his stark white coat contrasting with the green grasses that surrounded the den. He barked for them and Tira immediately dropped the stick, rushing out into the warm sun and all but throwing herself at Mojito's legs to embrace him with her flopped ears bobbing as she ran. "Daddy!" Satira squealed with joy, nuzzling his ankles and beaming up at him with pale blue eyes that matched his. "I'm glad you're back, Dad! I missed you thiiiiiiis much!" Tira stretched her paws out as wide as she could to emphasize how much his absences felt.
Almost immediately, Tira noticed the bundles of wool and stared wide-eyed at them. "Oooooh, soft!" she cooed and leaped onto the wool. She threw her tiny body across the wool, rolling over it like she was savoring a fresh bed. It was plush and soft and she loved the texture already. "Are we gonna do something fun today, Dad?" she asked while staring up at Mo, still on her back with small paws kicking and flailing wildly in the air.
"Satira Fatalis"
Satira was lying beside the den entrance chewing on a piece of stick to sharpen her puppy teeth while enjoying some fresh air and sunlight when the familiar form of her father approached from somewhere off in the plains, his stark white coat contrasting with the green grasses that surrounded the den. He barked for them and Tira immediately dropped the stick, rushing out into the warm sun and all but throwing herself at Mojito's legs to embrace him with her flopped ears bobbing as she ran. "Daddy!" Satira squealed with joy, nuzzling his ankles and beaming up at him with pale blue eyes that matched his. "I'm glad you're back, Dad! I missed you thiiiiiiis much!" Tira stretched her paws out as wide as she could to emphasize how much his absences felt.
Almost immediately, Tira noticed the bundles of wool and stared wide-eyed at them. "Oooooh, soft!" she cooed and leaped onto the wool. She threw her tiny body across the wool, rolling over it like she was savoring a fresh bed. It was plush and soft and she loved the texture already. "Are we gonna do something fun today, Dad?" she asked while staring up at Mo, still on her back with small paws kicking and flailing wildly in the air.
