A long time coming

Satira had built a pleasant rhythm to her daily life with Cináed, and within Valta. The structure of the pack gave her the stability she needed to thrive and goals to aspire to. Living off the land in the wilds with her mother and brother for some time had done wonders for her own confidence, resourcefulness, and self-esteem, but there was something to be said about having that foundation she’d lost when they’d left the Armada. She barely even remembered that life now, and her sights were set solely on the future without looking back at the past. Which is why when the call from a ghost from her past came out of the blue one day, Tira all but froze up on the spot. She had been gathering herbs with Ciná from the nearby rapids when she heard his voice, flopped over ears lifting and her heart stopping in her chest. For a while she simply stood there, staring off in the distance where his call had come from. It couldn’t possibly be… could it?

After reassuring Ciná that everything was fine and handing him her satchel of herbs to take back to their den, Satira separated herself to go see the specter for herself. Dainty paws carried her swiftly across the grasslands until she arrived at the falls. Her pale blue eyes fell upon the familiar form of her sire, already engaged in conversation with her uncle Ko. Tira’s heart sank again, a mixture of emotions impossible to discern churning in her chest while she looked at Mojito with carefully guarded expression. Should she be happy to see her father after all this time apart? Furious at him for disappearing on her so frequently? Indifferent to his return, knowing he would inevitably vanish to his own devices again? She stood back for a spell, just observing the scene and listening, feeling like an outsider to the conversation taking place, hovering nearby but not approaching yet to give Kotori his space as alpha to handle his business while she tried to sort out these messy feelings. She could talk to her father once they were done.

"Satira"