Attend Me, Foul Creatures

Satira probably should have cared more about her uncle losing Valta in some stupid drunken wager, but in all honesty it hardly surprised her. Kotori was always a half-hearted leader, feeling more like he had one foot out the door at all times. Besides, Tira still had her home (for now) amongst this new pack, and as long as she was left to her devices to practice medicine, fuck her boyfriend, and care for her sick mother then she didn’t give a damn who held the crown. Tira didn’t know anything about this new woman who had taken over, but she supposed she’d make her assessment at this meeting. Ciná said she was the daughter of Chimera, who he had lived under on Fenmyre, so surely she couldn’t be all that bad, right?

Arriving at the meeting with Cináed, Satira took stock of everyone in attendance. Her family was all here, her mother included, which made the little wolf-dog frown. She should be resting and trying to eat instead of exerting herself to attend a meeting. Her father was introducing himself to their new alphess and all her half siblings were somewhere around their dads. That was still super weird for her to consider, so she just didn’t. Taking a seat comfortably between her giant boyfriend’s paws and leaned back into his chest, Satira regarded Scylla with steel blue eyes. "Satira Indarra-Klein." Everyone else had introduced themselves, she figured she might as well too.

"Satira"