Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Though she is somewhat far when her Heda calls, Portia comes regardless. Her gaze scans the area when she arrives, trying to find something familiar to cling to. Dio was that familiar. She moves through the small cluster of wolves and sits beside him, smiling and giving him a friendly nudge to the cheek-- they were close enough friends, she felt, and there was no such thing as 'personal space' to Portia. 

In her jaws was a bundle wrapped in green leaves. Inside were shining purple stones, ones she'd been told to be Amethyst. They had no value other than being beautiful-- which to Portia was good enough. She'd found them in a crook just outside the borders of the territory-- which she'd left cautiously. They were somewhat painful to break off, but she'd found that dropping larger stones on top would break them off-- so that's what she did.

She eyes the pups that wander around with interest, looking for the sweet boy she'd met not too long ago. Apparently this was supposed to be their first meeting-- so she'd keep their previous one hush-hush. Hopefully he'd be more interested in herbs, or maybe she could find an apprentice in on of the pups. Ah, the magic of herbs and plants. So beautiful. Hopefully she could share her love for them with the younger generation.