Dragoncrest Cliffs the sirens of titan

portia had not intended to come... she was not a woman of force and though she understood the desire and sometimes necessity to solve problems with violence-- she did not agree with it. though, she was not certain that this would result in any violence-- her own assumption was that this was merely an intimidation factor, that could potentially end poorly. 

either way, she worried.

but portia knew that if the worst came, they would need a healer. she was by far the best healer drageda had, and it only made sense that she went along. nerves tingling in her paws, the fisa went straight for her mate as she approached the gathering, pressing her nose beneath his jaw and murmuring a soft something into his fur. at her paws, she had dropped two bundles of herbs, first aid kits. they carried basic things, emergency things, because portia knew that if something happened they could not afford to be so thorough and wasteful. she would probably make someone else carry the second bundle-- but she hadn't thought that far ahead just yet.