We'll call it a draw

The raid had been fought and Valta had been named victorious! Much celebrating was to be had, and Elysium would be providing the pack with a lavish feast for winning. But for Satira, it was a bittersweet victory. The pack had won as a whole and she had won one of her two fights, but the stinging defeat that came at being bested not just by someone bigger and stronger than her, but someone who had taken both her and Cináed down at the same time was a real blow to the ego. She thought for sure that they'd come out on top and she'd be able to win the bet she'd made with her roommate, but in the end it hadn't worked out that way at all. She wasn't exactly upset at the outcome, more disappointed that she couldn't have been better for her pack, as a battle buddy to Ciná, or for her own expectations of herself. In truth, she kind of felt she had brought Ciná down rather than helping him out against the Elysian wolf. Perhaps if she'd stayed out of the fight and Ciná had taken on the prince by himself, things would've worked out differently.

Once the fights had ended and the initial triage of the wounded had been concluded, Satira made her way back to her den at the top of the falls she shared with Cináed, trudging along while she did her best to ignore the ache in her sore muscles and back and the ringing in her head. She'd gotten kicked, how many times in the head? Three? She thought it was three. Hopefully she didn't have a concussion; that would really suck. All she really wanted was a strong drink from her private stash, some painkillers, and a nice hot bath or back rub. Maybe she'd be able to convince Ciná to give her one if she asked really nicely. Stepping into the den, she called out for "Ciná, you in?" to see if he'd made it back home in the time she'd lingered behind to help patch up the other Valtan fighters. Not waiting for a response, Tira padded her way into the den and over to the shelves that lined the common space, picking out a bottle of something clear and uncorking it to immediately swallow a mouthful of the potent alcohol within.

"Cináed & Satira"