Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

dalia was shocked to hear wolves talk about themselves as they did. never would she give herself such an adjective before her name, and it showed in the prick of her ears and the raise of her brows. they seemed so playful and casual-- dalia tried to keep up, but she couldn't think of anything to call herself. so, instead, she said, "you both seem so sure." it felt mean, but that seemed to be how they rolled-- just off the brief interaction she'd had with them thus far. dalia was not so sharp tongued.

"dalia-- it seems we'll be seeing a lot of each other, then," she added, her chin tipping up gently. and then, at the offer of a hunt, her tail swayed. dalia would've preferred a flower castle... but, unaware it was an option, she nodded to the hunt. dalia was a strong swimmer, after all. "i'm down," she said with a grin.