Dragoncrest Cliffs in terms of tacos, she was doing fine

She hasn’t really thought about going to Portia. Her little circle in Drageda has only just expanded from Blixen to Artaax—bound by some level of death—and the medic had been there to help them but she hadn’t… been there. She and Blixen are only on the fringes of what Artaax had been through. Going to Portia can force her to face what really happen and address it and she doesn’t want to take the risk. The scratching isn’t that bad. 

She throws her foot against the back of her head and scratches space between her ears. Furi groans in frustration. Okay, maybe she needed to see Portia.

Furi clears her throat and licks her lips, standing back up and straightening out her limbs. “Yeah, I guess so,” she says, beginning to fall in line beside Blixen and every so often using a tree to scratch at her shoulder and flank.