Fly Me to the Moon

A bright smile stretched across Satira's little face when Mortis relented and offered his paw to lift her onto his back. Tira loved riding on the backs of her dire family, and wondered if perhaps one day she would be as big as Grandpa Seer or Uncles Mort and Indigo were. She hopped into his paw with a giggle and let him scoop her up onto his back. She nestled herself into his scruff, taking a hold with careful claws to make sure she was secure. She'd ridden in Grandpa Seer's fur just like this, so she knew she'd be okay as long as she held on. "Okay, Uncle Mort! C'mon, let's goooo!" She tapped impatient paws against the back of his neck like she were trying to crack the reins of a horse and get him moving. Maybe from the treehouse, she'd be able to see the stars even better! She didn't want to miss out on what her mother loved so much.

"Satira Fatalis"