Stuff that stabs

Satira didn't need to look up to feel her brother's gaze on her after she mentioned her escapades with Azzurra. It brought a little bit of a proud, sultry smirk to her lips knowing she'd caught him off guard with that. The way he stammered out a response gave her all the answer she needed as to what her brother thought about what she'd been up to and she was reveling in flustering him. "Mhmm, it was lots of fun," she replied, finishing fitting her bracer to the size of her foreleg. With careful paws and teeth, she began to lace up the bracer around her leg once more, making it snug enough that it wouldn't come off, but not too tight that she couldn't slip it off with ease. She wasn't telling him these things to brag, of course. She was trying to show him what life outside their little group and beyond his misery could be like. It was bright, it was beautiful, and it tasted sweet like strawberries or honey.

With her work on her bracer finished, Satira wiggled it back into place comfortably on her foreleg, then rose back to her paws. She padded around to sit directly in front of her brother, giving him a resolute stare. "Come adventuring with me sometime," she said with firm insistence in her sweet voice. "We can go explore cool places together and meet new wolves. Maybe they'll make out with you too. Just... don't stay here being alone all the time. I want my brother back. Please." Tira didn't want to say it out loud, but she was very worried about Arcturus' wellbeing. Sticking around the den moping all the time couldn't have been healthy, and the deeper his depression got, the more she feared they'd never be able to bring him out of it. She just wanted her brother back with her, the way things were before everything turned bad.

"Satira Star Fatalis"