Ankyra Sound honey, what’s your hurry?

if dalia was strictly territorial, it did not show now. as she heard the footsteps outside, the chuff — smelled the scent of prey and the saltiness of a raulska wolf… dalia gave a soft chuff in return, one minute. she raised herself, using the pelts they’d brought from their travels to tuck the two pups in to keep them warm, and then moved to the entrance of the den to poke her head out. 

she was greeted with more than just a friendly face. a man, maybe younger than her, with a few gifts in tow. despite the rest she’d gotten in the last few days she was sure she looked exhausted, but dalia smiled all the same, her tail waving. she felt a batch of awkwardness settle in the pit of her stomach — oh! what should she say?? thank him first and then introduce herself? was she sure that these were for her? ah, she struggled for a moment. 

hello, she tried instead, head dipping low. her posture was low, respectful, as dalia would be nothing but to the wolves who were so kind as to take her and her children in… though she didn’t know exactly who she was talking to. her gaze flitted from him to the gifts, a smile still pressed to her delicate features. i — want to presume these are for us? thank you, it means a lot — everything does, really, she started, catching herself as she almost slipped into a long list of thank you’s, my name is dalia. solid finish.