Boo!

Much to her chagrin, her reverse sneak attack was foiled by the threatening growls of Ashur from just beyond the willow's fronds. Satira glanced in the direction of the noises just as Arc emerged from behind the tree trunk, going to investigate what was up. She briefly considered swiping at him anyway just for kicks, but instead followed behind her big brother to see what was going on. Arc's sudden look of fear turned Tira serious, wondering what could get her brother so worried. A quick peek through the drapes of branches answered that question for her. She gasped and stumbled back from the fronds when she saw the size of the massive cat considering Ashur like some sort of snack. She shot Arcturus an incredulous look when he mentioned his plan. Did he have any idea how insane that sounded?!

"Arc, are you nuts?! We'll never be able to be convincing enough!" A louder growl from outside, no doubt from the sabertooth tiger, didn't leave her much choice. Following her brother's lead, she ran up to the fronds just behind Ashur and began to growl and snarl as viciously as she could while remaining hidden. Of course, her puppy voice was still very juvenile and high-pitched, and in her mind sounded anything but threatening, but somehow the tiger began to stride off with a sideways glance to Ashur and the tree. The giant cat made its way north away from Armada territory. Satira's heart was racing in her chest from the fear and nerves, blue eyes as wide as dinner plates while she watched the predator disappear beyond hills and trees. That had worked...?

Satira breathed a sigh of relief, flopping back onto her haunches while she took slow, deep breaths to try and calm her racing pulse. That had been too close! "Arcturus, you're such an idiot," she muttered under her breath and shaking her head. A little grin began to appear on her lips while she peered up at her brother, eyes glistening with roguish excitement. "...But that was pretty exciting." She didn't often admit when her brother had good ideas or did something right—in fact, she seldom ever did—but she had to give him kudos, his plan had somehow worked.

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"Satira Fatalis"