The Sentinels [M] little blue frog

lucky for cold and miserable and lonely dingo, there were wolves that harbored this territory. 

the forest, still burnt to a crisp, looked the same now as it had when dalia had first arrived here. the colder weather gave it a certain air of intrigue, made it more dramatic. but it was the same at it's heart.

dalia wandered it. it was not their claimed territory but the brothers considered it theirs, so dalia felt a certain possessiveness over it as well. she traveled it frequently, finding the darkness to have it's own charm. it was a weird charm, but dalia was drawn to it. the forest felt alive in it's own way-- despite being completely burned-- and dalia enjoyed it. she never felt alone in it.

and today she truly wasn't alone. she spotted the warm-coated male from a distance, the both of them stood out like a sore thumb against the blackness. she stopped where she stood, and chuffed lowly, getting his attention from further away to gauge his intentions.