Stavanger Bay if "i love you" was a promise

dalia laid outside her den, a generous patch of sunlight cascading down through the autumn trees and onto her pelt, dappling it. she was tucked together like a cat, her mother had done it her whole life and so dalia had picked up on it easily, her front legs beneath her chest and her tail wrapped tightly to her hind legs. her chin was pressed to her chest as well.

ah. so nice. so warm. so comfy. and yet, dalia felt completely uneasy.

this position, at least, provided some sort of sense of safety. her gaze focused on the ground before her, ears pressed to her skull. silently, she wondered where she would go from here. what she would do. what she could do. what would happen. 

@Saucy <3 set like two days after the incident