Stavanger Bay anymore

when he approached he was not so warm but more on guard, which perhaps she understood. his scent was all over her. dalia reassured him with a quick few licks and a gently sigh. "he didn't touch me," she told him quickly, ears flicked back, "but he seemed to have made home in my den," which was frustrating, as it had been one of her only safe spaces since the day she had been assaulted all that time ago... it wasn't so long ago anyway. "i'll have to build a new whelping den," she murmured, thinking mostly outloud, forgetting to maybe tell him what had happened. 

she remembered quickly.

"oh -- he came to find medicine. i patched up his wounds. he didn't trust me so he made me eat some of the herbs i was going to give him,  but they weren't dangerous so i'm fine," she summarized for him as quickly as she could. the part about her asking about her unborn babies was left still, for now, she didn't want to think about it or worry velen. not now.