Two fluffs made of trouble

Once more, Satira's sleep was disturbed, but this time it was by mom. Grumpy blue eyes peered open from beneath her paws, little irritated noises coming from the gremlin fluff ball. Arcturus she could yell at and complain, but she couldn't do that with mom. If Asla said it was time to get up, it was time to get up, no matter how early and how much she didn't want to. Unfurling with a sleepy yawn, Tira gave a long, languid stretch of her pudgy puppy body and then all but tumbled out of the sleeping alcove to where Asla had prepared some shredded meat for breakfast. As she ate, the girl began to progressively become more and more awake, sitting up straighter and looking around more alert. She was a Fatalis princess after all, she couldn't be seen hunching over her food like a half-dead zombie. She had appearances to keep up!

Satira ate her breakfast and ignored her brother's antics, grooming her paws once she'd finished with a few small licks. Today was their first day they got to go outside and see the world with mom! Satira shook her fur to fluff it up a bit and then tried to smooth it to the best of her ability, but the downy puppy fur had its own ideas, and Tira still ended up looking like a tan and white cotton ball for the most part. "Where are we going today, Mom?" she asked as she bounced eagerly over to the entrance of the den, looking back at her family with an energetic wag of her tiny tail.

"Satira Fatalis"