Birds of a Feather

As Satira described how she also hadn't interacted with anyone else much with her brother who didn't talk much, her busy mother, and her absent father, Azzurra gave a knowing, sympathetic nod. She had been in a similar situation for a large portion of her life except it was her mother who didn't live with them. Her father was pretty present in her life until he wasn't and that change had been drastic and sudden. Balthier wasn't exactly a talkative wolf, but he did at least keep her company most days. Satira pulled her away from these darker thoughts again though when she returned the compliment of being sweet and mentioning how her first kiss had been doubly sweet, making her grin happily and her tail wiggle again. She knew the kiss they shared was only a little peck compared to other things, but she was glad that Satira had enjoyed it all the same. It felt special to be the other girl's first kiss even if it was just a little, sweet thing.

Once they were in their at least momentary resting spot she watched Satira walk over to the near by edge and look out over the vast fajord ahead of them. She almost missed what the smaller girl was saying while Satira was talking about how she and her family had been traveling which made her more used to the harder to traverse terrains like this. Instead she was distracted by watching Satira move toward the edge of the cliff from behind, how soft her fluffier fur looked around her hips and tail, watching the soft way of her tail as she moved. Azzie quickly gave her head a little shake and smiled as she refocused on what she was saying before she could turn around and notice her staring. She gave a nod in response and said, "Ah, yeah, that probably helps. I haven't gotten out much until recently so I'm still getting used to it." She didn't know why she was suddenly so distracted by this pretty girl, but it was hard to keep her mind on anything other than the little kiss they shared and thinking about how soft her plush fur must feel.

She continued to rest and let her muscles recover while Satira came back to where she was laying to settle in beside her, retuning Satira's smile as the girl looked up at her again. It was hard to ignore that familiar feeling of warmth in her belly, but she tried to. She didn't want to come off as weird or pushy when they had only just met each other. She already felt like maybe she had gone too far with the kiss they shared already, but she already wanted to kiss her again so much. Luckily Satira offered a bit of distraction when she asked where she was from, giving her something else to focus on for a moment. "I live in a pack called Fenmyre now," she replied, "It's in Auster not too far from here on an island. I'm originally from Abaven, but my brother and I left after... well, after our parents passed away." Her smile faltered a little, but she was able to maintain her composure for the most part. It felt like it had been so long ago since all of that happened even though it really wasn't. She shrugged a little as she tried to hurry past it, adding, "I like living in Fenmyre though. You should come visit sometime! It's a really pretty island."

"Azzurra"