Chewed up and Spat Out

Everything hurt. That was Siduri's first thought when consciousness tickled the edges of her mind. Her back leg was on fire as though it was still dipped in lava and her front leg ached, but she wasn't quite sure why. Everything was muddled. Multi-hued eyes cracked open and Sid expected to still be in the cave with lava and the worm, but she was laying in the sand. Was she home?

Sid fought to stand and crumpled to the ground quickly. One back leg was out of order and one front leg as well. That didn't make for good walking. The small pups lower lip jutted out in a pout but she refused to cry. Sniffling, she managed a sad little howl, hoping that someone might hear her. Thankfully, someone did.

Across the sand shuffled a wolverine. Her father's wolverine. Seeing help coming her way, tears filled Sid's eyes, but again, she refused to let them fall. As the mustelid came closer, Siduri spoke, her voice wavering. "Can you go get my dad, please?" The girl rarely said please, so she must really mean it. As the wolverine turned and raced back in the opposite direction, Sid lay in the pale sand, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

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