Stavanger Bay It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done.

she'd be lying if she said she recognized her siblings voices. 

it'd been so long by now, and they'd grown. but dalia was near the borders when the call was made, so she came like she'd come to any other call... feeling a little more anxious than usual after her recent romp with velen... she couldn't believe it was all suddenly coming into motion. what if something happened? it'd been a little over a week, and dalia knew all the signs. she'd studied under her mother, she learned from the best. so the morning she woke up feeling nauseous, dalia knew that their efforts had been fruitful... as if they wouldn't. 

but of course, when she spotted the two wolves along the border, her heart almost exploded -- for a few reasons. she yipped, immediately, her tail beginning to wave wildly as she picked up a trot to come to them. oh but what did she do? did she embrace theme? stay away from them? dacio had always been such a rule follower -- such a loyal babe. she would be surprised if he didn't harbor any ill feelings towards her. and opalia! ah! she was beautiful. but strong, dalia could hardly believe how sturdy she looked -- and yet, she still had the same frame that portia had. 

but.. where was sequoia? 

her head dipped low as she approached the borders, her tail still daring to wag excitedly at her hocks. "dacio, opalia," she greeted gently, seaglass gaze glowing as she looked back up at them, "welcome to storm rift."