Fly Me to the Moon

Satira watched while Mortis lifted his own paw, easily the size of her entire body, then flexed his digits to produce his own feline-like claws from his paws. They looked just like hers, but much, much larger. Tira stared in wonder at the claws with quiet coos of intrigue, looking between his natural blades and her own. Would hers get as big as his one day? He mentioned going up to see the tree house and the girl yipped with excited delight at the idea, her small tail wagging so fast it was almost spinning like a propeller. "Oh wow! Will you please, Uncle Mort? Pleeeeeease? I'm really good at holding on to things, I promise!" Sitting up on her rump and reaching towards him with her tiny paws in the air, silently requesting him to pick her up.

"Satira Fatalis"