Birds of a Feather

When she approached the other wolf, Satira noticed how the young woman was staring at her. No... not her—her ears. Immediately the wolf-dog cringed inwardly, already preparing a mental defense for when the inevitable question was asked and ridicule would soon follow. The other lady greeted her with a timid hello, giving a shy yet friendly smile. Tira's question about her potential suicide seemed to really take the girl aback, and she was quick to affirm that no, she was not about to hurl herself down the mountain to her death. Satira breathed a sigh of relief; well, at least she wouldn't have to worry about watching a wolf die today. "That's good. I was afraid I might have to try to pull you away from the ledge." She gave a slightly awkward chuckle, but nodded as the young fae explained she was just staying out of her way. Of course... get out of the way of the wolf-dog freak... "Oh, right. Um... thanks."

Satira turned her rueful blue eyes away from the other girl and slipped by, continuing on down the mountain path and on her way. She didn't make it more than a couple of steps, however, before the other girl's voice called out to her and called her ears cute. Tira froze in her tracks, her heart stopping along with her thoughts. What had she just said? Satira spun around so fast her ears nearly smacked her in her forehead, watching the girl walk away. Had she been playing a joke on her? Did she really think her ears were cute? Nobody had complimented her ears besides her mom and dad, usually just making fun of them or thinking she looked weird. But this random girl on the side of the mountain... she really thought they were cute...?

Driven by a need to know, Satira sprinted back after the stranger. "H-Hey, wait up!" she called to the wolf, skidding to a bit of a clumsy stop before she went careening into the taller girl, her ears flopping about while she ran. Up close, Satira was able to scrutinize the girl's expression, her rich sapphire blue eyes, looking for any signs of dishonesty. "You really mean that? What you said about my ears?" The fawn and white tail behind her began to wag with excitement and hope, peering up into the other girl's eyes while she tried not to get too outwardly happy or emotional about the kindness of the stranger. "I'm Satira," she introduced herself, averting her eyes momentarily before she explained herself. "I'm sorry for stopping you again, I just... I don't get a lot of compliments about my ears, so... I wanted to say thanks for not thinking I'm a freak, I guess."

"Satira"