Let's Do A Little Dance

Aslatiel said they would be patrolling today, and Satira let out a dramatic huff and over exaggerated roll of her eyes for dramatic effect. "Ugh, more patrolling? I guess we can do that," she said in a typical huffy teenage girl fashion, but the smirk on her face that was very reminiscent of Asla's own betrayed her own humor. Tira nudged her mother back, then followed at her side while they began their trek around the perimeter of the Rock Garden, crunching through the snow as they went. The north was cold, but Tira's hybrid coat helped keep her warm against the elements and looking fabulous while it did so. Performing routine tasks for the pack they were sheltering with for the winter reminded her a lot of life in the Armada, before everything had changed so dramatically, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was what she would be doing now if they'd chosen to stay. How radically different would life had been? Would she even be the same person she was today?

Her silent musings were broken when Asla spoke, commenting on how big the both of them had gotten. Pride puffed up Tira's chest a little, and even though she was still a smidge shorter than her mother was, she had definitely grown a lot from the absolutely tiny little bundle of fluff and puppy fat she had once been. Satira giggled an airy laugh when she thought back on how their mother had carried them out of the Armada a year ago in the baskets on her back, and how they were now. Arcturus made a quip about Tira still fitting in a basket and she shot her brother a steely glare, pallid blue eyes filled with lethal intent as she shot a quiet, playful growl at him. "Careful, Arc, you know what they say about big things and hard falls."

Their path diverted from the borders to a cluster of rocks, and as Aslatiel laid down on a sunbaked slab to warm herself, so too did Satira and her sibling. The young wolf flopped to her side and stretched her long limbs out with a grateful groan, feeling her spine pop as it realigned itself with a catlike arch. Pale blue eyes shifted between Asla and Arc, noticing their dam's unusually emotional behavior with them today. Tira didn't comment on it, but she did notice it. Part of being so observant, she supposed, was picking up on the body language of others. Asla asked how they were, then asked Arc about his little girlfriend. Tira made a dramatic retching sound when her brother smiled and spoke fondly of the strange girl she'd only met the one time just to tease him a bit more. "I'm fine," said Satira, simple and short. Was she really fine? She supposed she was. She was healthy and had food to eat and a bed to sleep in. Did she hate the fact that her father was basically a ghost in her life? Naturally. But there was nothing she could do about that but bear the brunt of it and keep moving forward, so that's what she did. She would take whatever she had and make the most of it. "How are you, Mom?" Tira turned the question back to their parent, tilting her head to the right in curiosity.

"Satira"