The Sentinels [M] little blue frog

well, dalia was unsure what she thought of him after that display. her head tilted as she watched him, concerned with all his ramblings and anxiety-- where had all this come from? he seemed quite bold and friendly from the get-go, had she turned him all sad and stressed out? ah, she hadn't meant to... she felt a little bad, she didn't realize she could be so intimidating! 

"oh-- i've only just arrived," she reassured him with a slow wagging of her tail, "my family is from up the coast, i just met a few wolves and now i lived here." but, now she was a little confused again. "did you plan on staying here?" she asked him, her dappled crown tilting now to the other side. and then he reassured himself, so dalia just dipped her head a bit and let her tail wag slowly at her hocks. 

"right," she agreed, she was here with him, she could help him now, "i can show you around-- i don't think we'll run into any bears on the beach." probably not, anyway. and then she motioned that they head to the right, headed into the direction of stavanger bay, but deeper into the charred forest. dalia was perhaps too polite, too unable to say no, for her own good. but oh well, it was good karma, helping a stranger.