Our family isn't so little anymore

Any time Satira heard a call from her father, it felt like Christmas morning to the young wolf. Abandoning her project of reorganizing her herb and medicine stores, she trit-trotted her way out of her den and down the way to where her father and his mate had taken up residence. Mojito had also called for Asia, so she just hoped it wasn't anything serious or worrying that he needed their attention for. She arrived at the den just after she saw her mother's tan form disappear inside, following in shortly after her. She didn't catch the beginning of their conversation, but she did manage to overhear her father mentioning how she was the "mother of their sister" and that he "wouldn't force her to Tira into being involved with them". Slipping gracefully into the den, all smiles and charisma, Tira looked up at her parents and asked, "You won't force me to be a part of what?"

Her gaze turning downward, Satira's question was swiftly answered and all her cheeriness was swept away as confusion and bewilderment hit her like a tidal wave. There, nestled in a bundle of furs, were seven small puppies. At first, Tira didn't know what she was seeing. Mojito had somehow come into the possession of a half dozen new puppies—puppies that looked an awful lot like a blend of her father and his husband... The little wolf-dog's head cocked to one side, then to the other, just staring at them for a moment like she'd never seen creatures like them before in her life. Then she finally broke her silence with the only words she could think to muster up when faced with a perplexing scenario like the one she was currently facing. "Uhh... what the fuck, Dad?"

"Satira"