You deserve more than I've given

Satira hadn’t been exactly sure how she was supposed to feel about her family’s move from vagabonds into the service of another pack, one she had never heard of nonetheless. She had thought that they’d left the Armada to escape the confines of pack life, yet now Aslatiel was bringing them into the folds of strangers, making the adolescent girl question whether her mother’s reason for leaving the Armada had been the whole truth. But she was bound to her family; where they went, she did too. They were all she had in this world and all she clung to. If her mother said that this was what was best for them, who was she to question? Asla hadn’t led her or Arcturus astray yet. If they were to be mercenaries helping out this new pack, then that’s what they’d be, she supposed.

The wolf-dog had spent most of her time wandering about the island the pack named Elysium called their home. It was very pretty, but perhaps too far north and chilly for her tastes. With winter drawing upon Boreas, it would only be a matter of time before the frigid colds of the season claimed the northern territories once more. This would be the farthest north she’d spend a winter. Today, Tira had been roaming and exploring the mainland section of Elysium, sniffing about the field of rocks while she got her bearings for her new temporary home when the familiar call from her father came from the nearby border—for her. Satira looked up with a start, her heart lurching in her chest. Her father had been mostly absent for the past few seasons since they’d all departed the Armada. Tira didn’t know what to make of Mojito’s distance, nor of how he seemed to come and go as he pleased. She knew of the troubles between her parents, but after more than a year of the turbulence, it was difficult to not begin to suspect she was the reason behind it all. What other reason would a father have for not wanting to be there to raise his daughter?

Satira hesitated, caught between wanting to run to her dad like she had always done before, and not wanting to disrespect the alphas of the pack. These were their lands to govern and receive visitors and she was their guest. After some minutes of debate, Tira steeled herself with a deep breath and headed for the border. The unmistakable alabaster form of her father was distinct against the sea of green and gray, and as soon as she laid eyes on him, Tira felt her throat tighten and her heart ache. Still, she carried herself forward, walking up to her sire with apprehension in her pale blue eyes. "Hi, Dad," she greeted him in soft tones, stopping just across the border from him, peering up at him while she waited to hear what excuse he’d use this time when he tried to apologize for vanishing from her life again.

"Satira"