Stavanger Bay told a tight dress is what makes you a whore

set to present day. (Nov 15th) dalia's den 

though some wolves slept in the open, dalia had grown up sleeping in tunnels and caves her whole life. hougeda had provided a safety that the open sky simply did not. nestled on the western side of the territory, where sand became grass and open air became trees and boulders. dalia made her den in a crevice between two of the forming cliffs, a moderately sized clearing by it's mouth, surrounded otherwise by the forest. it was by the edge of the forest, however, so it provided an amount of safety while still being a short walk to the ocean-- which you could hear in the silence of the night. inside of the den, there were a few patches of sunlight that broke through the cliffs, providing a bit of light. she was quite fond of her find, especially since this meant she could begin work on a garden now, and that she would have somewhere more permanent to stash her collection.

beyond all this, it was safe. dalia felt safe within the confines of her den. no one could get her there, it was secluded and safe. safe. dalia was safe. 

currently, she'd collected two shells, the larger of the two the one she'd found with @Ford. she looked upon it fondly, as it was full, without a crack or chip, and the inside had the most beautiful shade of pink she'd ever seen. the smaller was chipped at the edge, but she was still proud of the find. beside them, a small pile of seaglass and shark teeth and tiny shell trinkets. a few coconuts were piled in the corner of her den. she'd planned on breaking them open so she could begin using them to store and organize her collection-- as well as herbs and seeds for her garden. this was what portia did, so dalia would do the same. but portia used skulls, and dalia had not yet found the time to begin the tedious cleaning process on any carcasses just yet. coconuts would do-- they reminded her of saucy and velen.

dalia had tried to keep her life as normal as it could be. she was jumpier than usual, but on higher alert. her voice was quieter and her tail stiller. but she got out all the same-- of course, only in the bay. dalia did not dare leave the safety of the bay. ford could protect her here-- velen and rannvieg too. she was safe within the borders of the bay. she would stay in the bay. safe. dalia was safe here.

but she kept busy, doing all the same things she always did. attempting to garden in the cold season, for starters. herb gathering. hunting for her collection. hunting for the pack. all useful things, but weighed down by the dread that she carried on her shoulders. 

today, the cliffs brought her a different treasure. after a quick trip to the beach to fish-- which came up fruitless, unfortunately-- dalia returned to her den. a small scattering of sand swept into the grass, into the forest, up against the cliffs. dalia's nose twitched curiously as she walked to investigate it, noting a curious pile of stones and shells. she assumed they'd washed up during a storm. the stones were more normal, less beachy than normal. normal gravel, probably eroded and fallen from the cliff. she nosed through them curiously before finding a much more gentle rock.

it was pink, translucent, and dalia recognized it immediately as rose quartz. she was reminded instantly of her mother-- who would have been thrilled to find such a stone among the rough. she picked it up carefully between her teeth and then began against towards her den.