Take Me Back to Sunnyland

Things had not been good since Naiche's passing. Though he hadn't been her biological father, the golden wolf had always tried his best to act fatherly toward the little fawn-colored pup. He'd trained her with Arcturus and spent time one on one with her as if she were his own flesh and blood, never outwardly showing any signs that he didn't care for her. Satira might never have been able to call him Dad, but in his own way, he had been a parent to her too. His death had broken her heart—which meant she couldn't imagine the emotional turmoil her big brother was going through.

Naiche had been his father. Arc had lost one of his parents, while Satira was still fortunate enough to have both of hers. She saw the pain he was in, heard the tears he cried, saw the vacant look in his glassy eyes. She desperately wished she could do something to help him, but what could one do when someone they loved was facing such a grievous loss? She'd brought Arc food, cuddled with him constantly and groomed his fur for him, doing anything she could think of to try and keep him with her. She just wanted her brother to not cry anymore. She missed his smile, his laugh, his light. This wasn't something anyone should face, not as young as Arc was.

Poor Satira was running dry on ideas to try and comfort Arcturus. The answer came to her one night when she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a strange blue glow coming from outside the den. Slipping away from the slumbering Arc, the groggy pup stumbled her way to the mouth of the den, peering outside to see where the weird light was coming from. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she saw the giant blue full moon, easily ten times its usual size in the sky, lighting up the entire world. From the sea of grasses, millions of glowing blue fireflies had appeared, dancing over the thin layer of snow that coated the wintry Boreas. It was strange and beautiful and fantastical! She had to share this with Arc; maybe this would be the thing that cheered him up!

Scampering back to the bed they shared, Tira nudged and nosed the tightly coiled ball of golden fluff that was her brother. "Arc! Arc, wake up! You've gotta come see this!" she whispered sharply, using her tiny paws to push and nudge her brother back into consciousness.

"Satira"