Still getting over this teenage angst

Satira should have guessed that her mother would be out and about doing things for the pack, given how industrious she was and how much she hated having idle time on her paws, but it still came as a surprise when she suddenly heard movement to her side. She turned with a start to look up into her mother's amethyst eyes just as Asla's paw caressed her cheek in a maternal manner, inquiring into what was wrong. Tira suddenly felt a little guilty. She certainly hadn't purposely made her expression seem like anything was wrong, but she supposed her inner thoughts were making her mood sullen. A daughter should be happy her father had come back home. Sitting here feeling anything but happiness made her feel like a bad daughter in turn.

Tira's folded-over ears drooped a little, her shoulders slumping as she collapsed into herself, letting the weight of those tumultuous thoughts and emotions pull her down. "Dad's back..." she told her mother simply, her voice monotone and uncertain, betraying her mixed thoughts on the matter. She didn't know why she felt the need to tell her mother this; no doubt Asla already knew Mojito had been planning on joining Valta, right? Her mom knew everything that happened around them. Tira's blue eyes dropped down to stare at the ground between the two women, a sigh slipping across her lips. "I think I'm supposed to be happy about that, but..." The girl's words drifted off as her voice died. She didn't want to speak how she was feeling, as it giving words to the emotions would make them that much more real and make that guilty feeling all the more worse.

"Satira"