Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

dalia liked this wolf, she was gentle like mama, just a little scary looking. but that didn't matter, everyone was a little scary to dalia because she hadn't met them yet, not to mention most towered over her. yet, something about this woman made her feel at peace, she gave off this aura that there was no need to worry, that everything was safe under her care. before dalia could attempt to boop her nose one more time, she felt another huff on the top of her head.

a small grin was placed on her lips, enjoying Thuringwethil. Dalia was going to try to mimic the action, but something else came to light. it was the thing heda brought with her, a rabbit that was quite dead but ready to be played with. dalia scooted a little away from it, wondering what it was. it smelt weird, it had a scent of metal and dirt, something much different from her mother and brother. but nonetheless, dalia edged forward, step by step, wanting to get a better look. a dainty paw would tap closeby the rabbit, though it would recoil quickly.

after repeting the process for quite some time (a few seconds, to be honest), dalia sucked up her courage and finally touched the rabbit. upon feeling it didn't move, she grew closer, her head tilting in every way possible, she even made a few rings around it to give it a good look. she porbably looked silly to the adults, but her curiosity was getting the best of her.