Stavanger Bay losing feeling's getting old

dalia didn't have many nightmares, even after the incident. it weighed on her more during the daytime, and at night she slept relatively well. now, anyway, the first few weeks following it she didn't get much sleep at all. but time -- though a short amount -- had healed a good bit. it helped to be surrounded by wolves who cared about her, and to have so much distraction. the addition of sparring was surprisingly helpful in numerous ways.


but tonight she had one. she didn't know why -- maybe it was all the failed spars she'd had lately, or maybe tonight was just a bad night. either way, dalia had woken in a cold sweat, frantic and scared. she couldn't remember the dream, at least, not in it's entirety, but she knew it was bad -- and she knew she didn't want to go back to sleep. not alone. 

she slipped from her den, her first rational thought being to find saucy. along the way she caught wind of @Velen, and wondering if he was closer, wanting to get out of the coasts chilling wind, dalia turned and instead sought him out. his scent was strong here, and though dalia was unsure if he slept in a den or in the open, she knew he was here somewhere, so she kept her eyes peeled.