Stavanger Bay beats made of bongos and shakers

dalia padded along the edge of the border, occasionally gazing up at all the y'all sequoia's her tail swinging. beyond these, all the rest of the trees were burnt a crisp. but the tree line here, at least, provided a bit of a barrier from snowfall-- it made the blanket beneath her feet a bit thinner than that of the open. still, her toes were cold.

as she went, she spotted saucy coming head on at her, paused beneath a y'all sequoia to relieve herself-- or marking, who knew! dalia let out a chirp of a bark, her tail wagging, and made to pad happily towards her friend. "hey!" she barked, ears perked upwards, "can i join you?"