Two fluffs made of trouble

When Asla informed the pair that they were going on their first ever patrol, Satira couldn't help but feel a touch of excitement. She was finally old enough to go outside! It might not have seemed like much, but it was one small steps closer to freedom and getting to meet other wolves and do her own thing, so she relished in it. Plus getting to actually be a part of the pack was thrilling too! She wasn't nearly as outwardly enthusiastic as Arcturus was, bouncing around like a yellow chinchilla on cocaine, but she never was, being a much more subdued personality than he was. She still beamed with bright eyes, her tiny tail wagging so fast in made her ears bob. Their mother gave them the option of walking or riding in the baskets, and Arc immediately declared he would be walking. "I'm walking too," she said with a determined puff of her chest. Anything her brother could do, she could do, and with more grace and style! The tiny little poofy potato of a wolf scampered her way towards the entrance of the den, already smelling the cool, crisp air of early morning waiting for them.

"Satira Fatalis"