Plenty to go Around

Satira had been so lost in her own thoughts and headspace that she hadn't noticed the other young woman lying in the den not too far away. She didn't even hear when the wolf rose to her paws and began to approach her from across the snowbanks. She did, however, hear her name called out across the quiet, arctic prairie. Satira's eyes snapped up, pallid ice blue jewels gazing across the way to the small gray and white fae approaching her, her tiny pom tail wagging. The wolf-dog's eyes lit up and a smile pulled across her lips as she turned to greet her. "Azzie!" she called back, altering her course immediately to approach the girl she'd shared an exciting and educational afternoon with several seasons ago. The two met halfway, Tira's curled tail wagging happily behind her as she bounded through the snow with her floppy ears bobbing as she went. "It's so good to see you too!" It had been far too long, and Tira really should have gone to see the girl sooner, especially with all the tumultuousness stirring up her life into chaos and uncertainty.

Azzurra asked how she had been, and all of a sudden Tira didn't know how to answer her. Did she answer truthfully and tell her of the struggle and discord her life had been thrown into with the departure of her father again, her family joining a pack temporarily, and her mother starting a whole new family without her or Arcturus? Or did she tell a convincing little white lie and let the matter rest? In the end, Satira decided to split the choice in half. "I'm fine, doing all right. Some ups and downs, y'know?" she replied, giving a little flip of her head to fix one folded ear that had gotten stuck inside out. A sweet yet feigned smile touched her lips while she looked up into Azzie's bright sapphire blue eyes, feeling a familiar warmth growing steadily in her belly the longer she looked at the other fae. When she'd first felt it when making out with Azzie, Tira hadn't been able to identify the feelings. Now that she was a little older and more worldly, she recognized those feelings as desire and lust.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to visit you sooner like I said I would. My family settled down with a pack to the far north for the winter. But what about you? How have you been?" Tira was grateful for the escape route to shift the conversation back to Azzie, no longer feeling the pressure to hide her problems or confess them all to a friend she hadn't known very long—and in some cases, knew very intimately, since the wolf-dog girl could accurately remember what Azzie's mouth tasted like. Her initial question did raise another big one in her mind though, and with furrowed brows, Satira asked, "What are you doing out here all on your own?" She vaguely recalled Azzie mentioning she had a brother and had been a part of Fenmyre. If both statements were still true, that begged the question of where her brother was, and what she was doing so far from Fenmyrian lands.

"Satira"