Plenty to go Around

Satira didn't exactly know how to phrase her issues with her home life, nor did she really want to talk about them openly, so she simply glossed over them and let the conversation flow on. Thankfully, if Azzurra sensed any of her reluctance or upset, she didn't call her out on it and simply let it pass by. At least this way she wouldn't need to dour the mood with unnecessary chatter about her own insecurities and the family she didn't know if she even had anymore. Though she guessed if anyone was going to empathize with her woes, it would be Azzie. She didn't know much about the other girl's own problems in her personal life, just that they pertained to her family or lack thereof as well. Still, those wounds were raw, and the wolf-dog barely had the courage of heart to keep going on a good day, let alone venting it all out. No no, back into the corners of her mind they went, where they would remain ignored like they didn't exist.

Azzie commiserated with her words, repeating her choice of phrase as she described her life as "up and down". But all in all, she was doing better now, and Tira was happy to hear that. At least one of them was on the road to recovery. At her gesture, Satira followed Azzie's gaze out toward her den and the remnants of her earlier kill. So the other young woman had been roughing it on her own for a bit, huh? Testing her hunting skills out amongst the snow-covered prairie. Tira was impressed, especially given that the winter season wasn't the most ideal choice of hunting weather to begin with, but the monochrome fae seemed to be well-fed and cared for, so she must have been doing decently well for herself. It made the little hybrid wonder if she'd ever manage to be on her own as successfully as Azzurra was. Maybe if she was more confident in her abilities to care for herself, she wouldn't feel quite so trapped by her own circumstances. She could just strike out on her own. Then again, that would mean having any skills to fend for herself to begin with. As it was, Tira was just a half-baked fighter with some rudimentary healing knowledge given to her by an overworked mother and an absent father. Not exactly the greatest foundation to start a solo life on...

"Yeah, that's an understatement..." muttered the tawny wolf-dog when Azzie mentioned home being weird. She tried not to think about her mother pregnant again with her uncle's child, or how they were building their own little perfect family while she was left holding the pieces of what remained of hers. Still, she couldn't keep her folded ears from drooping as the images passed through her mind. But that lingering darkness was banished when Azzie offered to put her up for a bit, even offering her some of the food she'd hunted for herself. Tira's pale blue eyes widened, glancing up to the kind woman with shock yet enthusiastic delight. "R-Really? I mean... yeah, I'd like that." Even though she tried to play it cool, the little smile on her lips and the wag in her curled tail betrayed Tira's delight. That meant she wouldn't have to rush to return home right away. Motioning for her host to take the lead, Satira followed Azzie back to her den, the rumble in her stomach reminding her that she hadn't eaten breakfast before leaving the Hallows that day.

"Satira"