Get Used To Everything Being Bigger Than You

The fight ended, and Satira was stopped by her mother's paw catching her by her chest. The girl had been so caught up in the enjoyment of scuffling with the bear, she hadn't realized it was trying to retreat. She watched the giant sleepy ursine lumber off, giving a few parting growls to warn it not to come back, then settling into a girly giggle as she basked in the triumph. Asla told her she had done well and praised her for following her instructions. Tira's smile grew wider, as did those big puppy eyes, and her tail was moving so fast it might have fallen off! "Thanks, Mom!" she replied, eager to return those loving nuzzles to the underside of her mother's chin. Satira smacked her dry lips together and nodded, realizing just how thirsty work battle was. "Okay, Mom!" With a giddy spring in her step, Satira followed alongside her larger mother, wondering what the rest of their day together would hold.

"Satira Fatalis"