Let's Do A Little Dance

Satira still didn't know what to really make of the life she and her family were starting to build up here with the northern pack. Part of her enjoyed the sense of community it brought with it, feeling like they belonged to something greater, and having other wolves around her reminded her of what it had been like living in the Armada. Another part of her felt hollow around it, because no matter how similar it was, it wasn't her family. They were still strangers to her whom she didn't feel compelled to interact with, though she enjoyed the presence of them. On top of that, there was still the lingering feeling of isolation from her mother and father both seeming to drift away in their own directions—Aslatiel to her new life with Indigo and Mojito with his longing to return to the Armada. As had always been, little Tira felt caught in the middle of it all, but now the threads pulling her asunder seemed to grow further and further apart and the pressure grew stronger.

At the very least, at least Arcturus seemed to be getting better! She had been so worried about her brother's endless depression over the death of his father and had lost hope of ever seeing him happy again. After finding that stranger girl, he was at least smiling again, so although Satira couldn't make heads nor tails about how she felt for the girl, she was at least thankful she seemed to be pulling Arc out of the quagmire of mourning he'd been stuck in. Tira glanced up at her brother, who had grown gigantic since they'd passed their first birthday, and returned his smile. Despite their enormous size discrepancy, Tira wasn't envious in the slightest. She was learning to love herself as she was, floppy ears and short stature and all! Arc nudged her, his giant size very nearly toppling the limber girl over, who snapped back with a playful growl at him and a bark of, "Hey! Watch it, you giant fur ball!" Ever the spitfire she was, Tira bumped her side back into her brother's strong leg, knowing she'd never have a snowball's chance in hell of toppling him over, but she didn't let that deter her from making her point.

The pair arrived out to the Rock Garden as Asla had requested of them. A little family patrol organized by their mother. They approached the sable woman, Arc greeting her first while Tira caught up, folded ears bouncing with her every step as she nuzzled her dam's leg. "Hiya, Mom!" she sang, fluffy curled tail wagging behind her. "What're we doing today?"

"Satira"