The Sentinels but i know you too well

maybe @Rannveig but AW !

dalia felt that she somehow fit well into the bizarre grouping that was... well, what was this pack? ford was so stoic, so solemn. she could never read him, not quite, but she somehow found everything about him to be so genuine. and velen and rannveig! oh, how crude they were! but they were also so friendly and personable, and dalia found she quite liked them. truth be told, each of the mayfair-cairns were charming in their own way. even though dalia was strikingly different, far more naive and innocent-- more prim and proper-- she felt she was a good balance to them all. 

she hoped they agreed. 

dalia wandered the charred forest bordering their claim, her nose twitching. there were some signs of life within it... though, not much, only a few growing sprouts or weeds. for the most part, it was as dead as it could be. her cropped fur ruffled as a chilled breeze blew by her, but she continued through the woods, taking a delicate step over a burned log as she went.