Get Used To Everything Being Bigger Than You

Winter was coming quick onto Boreas. It would be the little girl's first, but already she was excited by it if it made the grass all crunchy like it had been! Satira followed close by her mother's side while they wandered further from Armada territory and into the dense orchard of fruit trees. The sickly sweet scent of over-ripening fruit lingered here, but so did the pungent musk of ursine. Tira didn't know until they got here what Asla had planned for them today, especially not after their recent scuffle with the anaconda. After that day, the little Fatalis girl had been so afraid that she'd disappointed her mother or frightened her to the point where she wouldn't be allowed to leave the Armada anymore. She was glad that wasn't the case.

While the two ladies wandered through the cool day and through the trees, Satira kept her wide eyes opened and took in everything around her. The trees, the boulders, even the structures off in the distance in some land that smelled like lots of wolves all looked so much bigger than her! Silently, Tira began to wonder just when things would stop seeming so impossibly big to her. Following dutifully and quietly at her mother's side, the fawn-furred girl paused when Asla did, following her mother's gaze to the rotund, groggy brown bear while it scavenged from the fallen fruit. Asla gave her instructions: they weren't aiming to kill it, just drive it off, avoid the front, don't hurt it too badly.

"Got it!" Satira said with a determined nod of her head and narrowing of her steel blue eyes. She nodded and gave a quick "Mhmm!" when Asla checked her readiness, the tiny girl already crouched and ready to pounce with her tiny rump wiggling in anticipation. Then Mom ran, and daughter was right behind. It took Tira three leaps for every one of Asla's one strides, but eventually she caught up as the fight began. Tira watched with an attentive stare while Asla got the bear to shift its attention and turn with her snapping jaws. She was herding the predator, manipulating it to do what she wanted. Growling the most fierce (albeit least threatening in the history of wolves) growl she could, Satira followed her mother's guidance and stayed behind the bear, only running in to nip at its ankles when she saw an opening before bounding back to a safe space and circling around the bear while Asla held its attention.

"Satira Fatalis"