A task for you with reward

Satira was indeed a dedicated worker to her craft. Ever since she’d watched her father cultivating his herb garden back in the Armada as a little pup she had been fascinated with plants and medicine, and today she was a highly skilled healer because of all the hard work she’d put towards improving her skills. There wasn’t a lot Tira was proud of about herself, but her skills as a doctor were amongst the top. So when her uncle called for her, the little wolf-dog had high hopes that it was to have her talents recognized—and maybe to rub it in her father’s face a little bit.

The call wasn’t far from her den at the top of the falls, so Satira didn’t keep Kotori waiting long. She left her tinctures to brew and headed out to meet him amongst the lush grasses around the falls, ears bobbing with each step as she approached her much larger uncle. "Hiya Uncle Ko!" she greeted the alpha, chipper and eager as ever. "Didja need something from me?" She was ready to do whatever he needed from her.

"Satira"