Lessons with Stepdad

Satira's chest puffed with pride when Naiche told her to keep being proud of her family bloodline, knowing her family simply must be amazing if wolves outside of them like Naiche were praising her family! The little girl fixed the pangolin with excited blue eyes, squaring off against the small mammal with narrowed eyes and baring her tiny puppy teeth. She gave a tiny, challenging growl, the same as if she were initiating a real fight with a larger opponent. Although not big himself, Pan was larger than the tiny Tira was, so she relied heavily on outward aggression to compensate for her lack of physical stature.

Naiche's instructions came through slow and clear. Watch your opponent. Tuck your ears back. Don't underestimate your foe. Satira did as she was told, though her floppy ears didn't exactly stay back very well with their ends bobbing around whenever she would move to and fro. She had Pan locked with fiery blue eyes, every muscle in her chubby puppy body tensed and ready to explode like a tightly wound coil. "How's this?" she asked amidst the least threatening puppy growls ever heard in the known universe.

"Satira Fatalis"