Ankyra Sound won’t you stay inside?

at velen's response -- one that pulled a chord of her heart that only he could pull -- dalia felt herself flush. she might've cried herself, but she was almost too pleased with the moment to do so. perhaps later, when she thought back on it. instead, her throat rumbled a wolfish purr -- a sound her mother used to make all too often -- and reached a forelimb to hook around his neck, pulling his forehead down to meet her own crown.

you cornball, she teased lovingly, her tail wagging as she pulled apart, gaze upon him bight. you name the little girl -- after the ocean, she said, phrased as a command but sounded kinder than such.