Microwave My Smile

Siduri had asked her father to go on a walk with her. So much had happened in such a short amount of time and yet it felt like ages since she'd been injured in the raid. The first raid injury, that is. The girl had more scars than a yearling had any right to, but that was the Raider life, was it not?

Things had changed in the pack. Siduri was more sullen. More withdrawn. That wasn't to say that she didn't love her family or want to be with them, but she was just so damaged. And after what she'd done to Jael... Gods... what if she lost herself around one of her younger siblings?

The point of the time with her father today was to let him know where she stood. What her mindset was. Perhaps she was searching for a bit of comfort. A bit of fatherly reassurance. Gil was still the most important wolf in Sid's life and his word was golden. She only hoped that she was still held highly in his eyes as well.

"Siduri"