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a small starfish was dalia's most prized find today. she knew, of course, that you were not supposed to steal creatures from the ocean, for they could've had such a long life to life, but this one was just past the tides grasp, and was clinging to life itself. dalia was hurt to see it suffering, but to put it back into the ocean would perhaps only prolong it's suffering. many a time had she done that same thing thinking she'd saved it, only for the creature to have been too weak to fight the tide and wash back up onto the shore the next morning. 

so what could she do for it? throw it back to sea and hope it was strong enough to beat the odds? she struggled, feeling morally obligated to help the poor life but... she wasn't a god, she could do nothing to help. so, today, instead of putting it back in the ocean, dalia crouched low, tail swiping around to curl at her feet, and sat guard over the starfish. if it were to lay here and suffer, she would keep it company, for that was the least that she could do... and it was all she could do... right? she was not a genius, she didn't know the answer.

her inner turmoil was a great distraction from the wolf that lingered up shore. she was so focused on the starfish that she'd allowed him a long while to watch her, but inside drageda perhaps a bit of spaciness was allowed, so she didn't scold herself. instead, when dalia realized there was another wolf present, she merely looked up, ears pricked and cupped forward, bi-color gaze falling onto the man that stood a little ways off. he nodded to her, and she nodded back, hindlegs shifting-- did she say something? she knew who this was, of course, it was portia's favorite youth. not her son, if only, but portia had talked quite a lot about hvitserk ever since he returned to drageda. but dalia was too sad for this starfish, this poor creature, to bother trying to say hello. so her head canted gently to one side and she merely viewed the male curiously. perhaps an invitation, perhaps a question.