Round Two, Jerk!

Satira had never been to a party with quite so many wolves before! It was all a little overwhelming, if she was being honest, especially after having lived in the wilds with her family for so long. Pack life in Elysium had begun to adjust her to crowds once more, but even this was more wolves than she was used to! And they even had a giant tiger and bird too! Still, Tira was happy to be a part of the events, especially since it was her aunt who had gotten married! While she didn't know the groom, she remembered Aunt Briar well and was stoked to be amongst her family again. Even Asla seemed happier for the most part too. That made the little wolf-dog girl happy as well, especially when she noticed her father hanging around the festivities as well. She was glad he was still around, but she did worry about him when she saw her mom happy at Uncle Indigo's side.

Not wanting to let the opportunity to party and have a good time pass her by, Satira spent most of her time hanging out with Arcturus or mingling with some of the other Fatalis wolves that had come from the Armada for the wedding. Surrounded by her family again, it was easy for Satira to pretend like nothing had ever changed, and this was how things always should have been. Alas, they were not. And whenever that realization began to creep in on her mind again, Tira drowned it out with some of the copious amounts of wine and mead they had at the reception. This wasn't her first taste of alcohol, no; she'd had a drink at the Elysium festival. However, this was the first time the yearling had tried drinking to excess. She found the summer wines sweet and delightful, and before she knew it she had drunk about three goblets worth of the rich red liquid, and boy, was she starting to feel it!

Sipping away at a forth, Satira leaned heavily against the stone balustrade of the garden terraces, goblet clutched securely between tiny speckled paws while she observed the other partygoers milling about and having their own fun. The evening was clear, warm, and beautiful, with the dark sky painted with millions of sparkling stars. All on her own, Tira enjoyed her evening and the peace the solitude brought her. For once, she could just relax and not have to think about a thing.

"Satira"