Plenty to go Around

Satira didn't waste any time following Azzie back toward her den. Really, the adolescent wolf-dog didn't have any sort of plans, expectations, or ulterior motives for hanging out with the gray and white girl again. She just really, really did not want to be going back home at the moment. Any distraction would be a welcome one, and a distraction with someone she knew and had a good time hanging out with before was just an added benefit. It wasn't more than a couple minutes' walk through the snow to get to the den, but even that little bit of travel had Tira grateful to be within the warm, cozy confines of Azzurra's den. While Azzie got to welcoming her in with food, the hybrid girl made herself comfortable on the only fur bedding in the homey burrow. She looked around, studying the space while Azzie carved her up some food. It was definitely a case of function over fashion, but she supposed that made sense since Azzie was just using this as shelter for her time out here and not a permanent home.

She thanked her host as she was served her food, eating gratefully from the fresh meat. While she ate and the two women warmed up from the frosty chill outside, Azzurra struck up a conversation for them. Tira, being too busy stuffing her face to respond politely, simply gave an emphatic nod and a muffled "Mhm!" while she continued to eat. The wagging of her curled tail behind her betrayed just how happy she was to be in Azzie's company again, as well as eating. The tiny wolf-dog did have an appreciation for good food, after all. Azzie mentioned how she'd hoped to run into Tira again after their last meeting and that she'd been wondering about her. A touch of warmth lit up under the half-breed's cheeks, a half smile on her lips while pallid blue eyes looked over to the wolf at her side. "Yeah? You think about me often? I must've left a hell of an impression then, huh?" she teased her friend gently, adding a playful swat of her tail to Azzie's hip for good measure. "I thought about you too, y'know. Every time I did, it made me want to run away and come find you, just so I could..." Pretend I had somewhere I belonged. Feel like I was wanted. Not be alone. "...know you were doing okay still."

Satira cast Azzie a small, rueful smirk before going back to finishing her food. Once her meal was scarfed down, Tira licked her lips and paws clean, grooming herself meticulously while she let her food digest. "Thank you for the food. I'd say your hunting skills are thoroughly tested and proven." She gave an airy giggle, then settled in to focus her attention on catching up with Azzie. "So... do you wanna talk about what's going on at home, or forget about it?" Tira raised a curious brow, wondering what Azzie would prefer to do. If she wanted to vent and lament about her life, Tira would be here to join her on it. If she wanted to forget... well, the budding young healer had a plant or two in her satchel that would help them both do just that.

"Satira"