Quality Control

Satira had met up with her mother, brother, and uncle just before the meeting was set to begin so she could walk in with her family prompt and early. Before leaving Cináed, she had explicitly reminded him to not be late to the meeting, not wanting him to sour any impressions Asla already had of her live-in friend with benefits, and a slow turn-up to the first meeting of her dam as alpha of Valta was sure to not do good things to his standing with her. The meeting was even being held at the top of the falls, a stone's throw away from their den. He literally had no excuses not to be here promptly.

It was a bright and beautiful autumn day, perfect for a gathering of their friends and family to announce changes and look forward to the future. Deep down, Tira was still a bit anxious about seeing her father in the crowd that would soon be collecting, but she refused to show any traces of it in her expression. She seated herself near her family, but with just enough space near her so if Ciná did want to sit next to her he would be more than welcome to. Then she waited for everyone else to show up, just relaxing and tipping her muzzle up as a gentle breeze rippled across the clifftop and tousled her fluffy fur and floppy ears.

"Satira"