This land is ours. Lets make it great

Satira was late for the meeting. Tiny speckled paws carried her swiftly from the neighboring waterfalls to the rapids to join the rest of her family and new pack. When Asla had told her and Arcturus that she, Uncle Indigo, and their half-sister were going to be joining their Uncle Kotori's new pack, she hadn't been sure what she wanted to do. A part of her still craved that wanderlust, the freedom of adventure, of seeing new sights and trying everything! But another part of her longed for something familiar, comfortable... home. So she had joined Valta with the hopes that this might be the one thing she had always missed in her life. Stability and consistency. A place that would be wholly hers, where she could decorate and collect and rest her head every night. At least, that's what she was hoping for.

Arriving upon the gathering, Satira shot her Uncle Kotori an apologetic look, then stepped over to nuzzle her brother and mother's shoulders in greeting. Being the independent little devil she was, Tira wandered off to lie on her own near, but not beside the rest of her family. Pale blue eyes landed on Kotori while she crossed her speckled paws, waiting for him to begin. Thankfully it looked like she hadn't missed anything yet.

"Satira"