Shouldn't You Be Sleeping?

Every time Satira got to watch her mother in action, she learned a little bit more. Asla was nimble, agile, and she used her smaller size to her advantage. This was how Tira would need to be when she grew up. Fast, elusive, using speed and size to her benefit. But for now, the slightly chubby puppy was content zipping in between the bear's legs like an annoying gnat, taking nips and bites before darting back out to spread the bear's attention thin while Asla did the bulk of the damage. It didn't take long for the bear to get completely turned around, stuck in an infinite loop of trying to pick a target and getting bitten for doing so. Satira gave little wily barks as she took enjoyment in confounding the bear, grinning wide from the sidelines while she waited for Asla to deal the final pushes to get it to leave.

"Satira Fatalis"