Stavanger Bay It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done.

both comments were so vague that dalia was unsure what to even respond. it was nice that opalia at least asked a question, which allowed her to find words to say. the question wasn't favored by the poor moreau girl, but it was still something. 

"i couldn't leave the coast, i guess," murmured the girl quietly, ears flicking forwards as she thought, "the man in charge here, ford, is strong and capable. he was just starting the pack when i found him, and i wanted to be a part of something like that. so i vowed to follow him." and then the pack became whole, nevermind the trouble that lurked behind the corner. she hesitated to speak again, because she didn't know if they would want to know. "i met someone here, too," she offered, a bit more gently than before, "mother always spoke about how great her love was for our father, and i wanted that for myself. i found it, here."  with velen.