Chase the fear away

Satira was focusing so hard on trying to forget her nightmare and stop her crying that she hadn't heard her brother start to wake until she felt his warm body snuggling closer with his nose prodding at her cheek. She gasped in surprise, but refused to unfurl to face him. She didn't want her brother to see the tears cutting through the fur on her cheeks. She didn't want him to see her weak and afraid. They were Fatalis wolves; they were supposed to be better than that! But right now, she didn't feel strong or brave or like a Fatalis at all. Her self-confidence had taken a tremendous hit, like bringing a baseball bat to a mirror. Arcturus nuzzled into her neck to try and get her attention, but Tira just kept her face hidden underneath her tail.

"I'm f-fine!" she lied quietly between choking sobs that shook her tiny body. She clenched her jaw, hoping he would just accept her words at face value and go back to sleep. She already felt bad enough for waking him up, now she just felt silly over herself. Pull it together, Tira! Look at yourself! You look like a fool! "I'm s-sorry I w-woke you. You can g-go back to sleep, Arc..." Please, just leave me alone...

"Satira Fatalis"