Sleeping Dragon Blood in the cut

Portia shook her head, laughing a little. "I've already eaten, thanks," she said, tail waving, "But if you want anything for the caches I don't mind helping out." Her green gaze fell away from Wildfire as she stared at the territory around them, noting indifferently the signs of autumn around them. She's never admit to liking winter, but it was easier to blend into her surrondings-- and men were always so much more eager to listen to her. It must've been something about the cold, there was always something settling about huddling close to someone to keep warm. Maybe, even the most rugged of men, had a soft spot for that sort of companionship. She'd never know. 

Her gaze returned to Wildfire, tail waving. "How've you been?" she asked, a light bit of conversation.