Lessons with Stepdad

Satira's eyes lit up with delight when Naiche agreed to help teach her some fighting training and then maybe a spar. She gave a happy little yap and bounced in place. When Naiche implied he'd hold back on her, Tira gave him a snarky little pout. "You don't need to hold back. I am a Fatalis, after all." she remarked with a proud puff to her chest. Yes, Tira held her family in high regard. To her, there were no wolves better than her family. They were the best warriors, the best doctors, the best diplomats, the best leaders—just the best! Naiche must be pretty good too, even if he wasn't a Fatalis by blood, but to be able to be with her mom, he would need to at least be worthy.

Following Naiche out to where they had some more open space to train and move around, Satira spotted Naiche's little pangolin companion. She hid a little giggle; she'd always thought the creature looked a little strange, but he was a sweetheart, so she liked him. She looked up at Naiche as he explained the first portion of their training: practice with Pan. He'd give instructions and she'd have to carry them out. That made sense to her. "Okay!" she agreed, then waved a small paw back to the pangolin. "Hi, Pan! I'll try not to hurt you!" Tira waited for Naiche's first instructions then, already eager and buzzing with enthusiasm.

"Satira Fatalis"