Still getting over this teenage angst

Satira thanked her and Aslatiel chuckled. "You're welcome, love, but you didn't need me." A foreleg wrapped around her daughters shoulders as she scooted forward to embrace her. "You're smart. You would have figured it out." A soft kiss was placed in the center of Tira's forehead. "You and your brother are my greatest accomplishments." She was sure that she'd told the girl this many times, but it was true. Asla was so, so proud of her children, especially Satira who was so much like her and yet very much her own wolf.

"Aslatiel Indarra"