make a citizen out of you

His words stick to her. His embrace is warm, comforting. He is what she needs. In that paternal way that is cherished. Her father would be better, but her own feelings get in the way. As much as she wants her father to hold her, she knows he is busy doing others things, taking care of other wolves. She doesn’t want to be a burden. But she is a burden.

A burden to everyone.

To her family, to the pack, to Vidarr, to that stupid Thrall boy. Why did he have to make her feel that way! Another screech buried into his thick fur escapes her. Digging her small paws in, knowing that they make no dent in his skin, she hopes he understand. Because he does understand. Oh, if she could make a Valkyrie proud. Tears still dampen her cheeks as she pulls away to look up at Vidarr. Curled into his lap, she nods slowly. Yes, a prayer would be nice. Maybe the gods will answer her.

“I think that would help,” Delphi admits softly even if she feels if it makes her weak. To rely on the gods that probably do not favor her. She is small and unworthy. How can she be a warrior if she is minuscule? The question plagues her as she gives Vidarr one more squeeze of silent thanks before peeling herself away from him.