Plenty to go Around

Satira loved the sound of Azzurra's laugh, that little giggle and happy grin on her face making the wolf-dog feel flushes of warmth fill her belly. She liked making other people feel good, liked being liked by others and having their attention on her. It was one of the few times when she actually felt wanted and not like a burden or an afterthought. Azzie was feeding her those feelings in spades and she was relishing in the attention! The gray-hued fae mentioned how she hoped they'd get to see each other more often and Tira gave a sarcastic raspberry followed by a determined smirk. "Of course we're gonna see each other after this!" she remarked with a wave of her paw. "My family's only staying with this northern pack through the winter. Once the snows thaw, we'll be traveling again, and I can basically go wherever I want! So of course I'm gonna come see you, silly!" It was an easy promise to make. The one major benefit her family's nomadic life granted her was her lack of commitments to any one place at any time. Satira could go wherever her heart desired whenever she wanted to. She was a total free spirit following her whims and wishes. How many other wolves could say the same?

Then the good mood deflated when she asked Azzie about what was going on in her home life that troubled her. She saw the conflict in her friend's face, the debate on whether she wanted to talk about it or not in her stunning sapphire eyes. Satira was just about to make the call herself and tell Azzie that they could forget about it when the other girl began to speak her mind. Azzurra's brother had left the pack she was in—left her behind on her own. Tira's pale blue eyes blinked wide with shock at the news, mouth falling open in a silent gasp while Azzie explained how she'd been alone for a while. How long was a while? Where did her brother go? Why did he leave her? There were a million questions buzzing around in the wolf-dog's head. Azzurra, for all her credit, still tried to put on a brave face and smile like nothing was wrong, assuring her that she was fine and that she'd made a new friend in the pack and got to know the alpha better in the process too. Still, Tira knew how close her own brother was to her. To think about Arc just spontaneously deciding to leave her behind one day...

With an angry huff, Satira focused narrowed eyes on Azzie and placed a dainty speckled paw atop her friend's white one closest to her. "Fuck him!" she declared with venom in her words directed to the nameless and faceless brother she'd likely never meet now. "No, for real, fuck him. If he wants to be a dick and run off without you, then you shouldn't waste another minute sulking over him. If he really cared about you like a brother should, he'd stay with you through thick and thin, no matter what. That's what siblings are supposed to do." With her little tirade helping to vent some of her frustration on behalf of Azzie, Tira's feminine features began to soften on her face again, but the blue fire in her eyes never died out. "I dunno who he is to think he can just do something so hurtful to you, but that's not okay, Azzie. He sounds toxic, and I think you'll be better off without him." Satira didn't pretend to know the nuances of someone else's relationships, but this seemed like a pretty basic equation to her. Brother or not, he had disrespected her, hurt her, and abandoned her. Yeah, Azzie should've kicked his ass to the curb if he hadn't already left on his own.

"Satira"