That's not who I am

Although she still wasn't exactly happy with how this situation had turned about in mood, Satira wasn't one to hold onto bitterness for the sake of being vengeful either. So when Cináed eventually began to simmer down and relax enough to begin making his apologies, she took it with a grain of salt, but also decided to let it all go. She still held her hard gaze on him while he explained his emotions away, but relented when he asked if they could pretend this conversation didn't happen and come back to it later. The little wolf-dog pursed her lips, staring with scrutiny up at the giant dire wolf that dwarfed her, but did concede with a sigh and a nod of her head that bounced her ears somewhat. "Yeah, sure. I don't wanna start things off on a bad paw if you still plan on being my roommate and all," she said, getting to her paws as well and giving her fluffy, downy coat a bit of a tousle. "But you should really stop thinking of yourself as a victim, Ciná. Yeah, your dad's fucked in the head, but just because he did you wrong doesn't mean you can't use him to make yourself look better. I mean, it's the least he could do for being a shit father, right? Let you use his failures to boost yourself up. You don't even have to admit family connection when you talk about ripping his ear off."

Satira gave Ciná a reassuring smirk and lifted a speckled paw to playfully jab at his foreleg. "You don't have to admit anything to anybody, but you might as well make yourself look more badass if it gets you further in life, right?" she pointed out with a roguish smirk. "Now c'mon, stop being such a self-loathing sad sack and let's show you around your new home." Tira started to lead the way to give Ciná the grand tour of Valta. There were quite a number of places to see, and of course she was eager to get him back to their den so he could get settled in and she could give him a real welcome home celebration to help break in the den together.

"Cináed & Satira"