Still Life On The Water

Sid was admittedly very confused when the other wolf didn’t sneer at her or throw insults her way. In her pack they’d played games like this with her all the time; they’d make her think that they’d turned over a new leaf, that they were including her and being nice to her, then at the last second they would scoff and beat her up. So, she didn’t trust this ‘Maeve’. Nope, not one bit.

”Y-you’re too k-kind to a w-wolf l-l-like m-me Miss. M-maeve. Y-you deserve i-it,” she reiterated, her tongue twisting all over itself in her fright. She remembered suddenly that she’d been asked a question and she was quick to answer, “S-Sidero, miss.” Sid had never been given a last name explicitly and she’d never been allowed to use the last name of her parents. So, her name was just...Sid.