Dragoncrest Cliffs You had other plans

though portia could sense that something was wrong, she couldn't put her paw on what. perhaps she should've assumed it was freyja, but she'd never had that kind of love between her own sister. the thought of being so terribly wounded by separation from her blood family just... didn't ever come up. so she let it be, not wanting to bug poor hvit, instead just giving his cheek a soft, hopefully comforting, lick.

"you remember dio?" she asked, deciding it would be best to maybe talk about herself. that's how it used to go, anyway, she just talked and talked and talked and hvitserk would listen until he'd have to go home. "we've had two children, dalia and sirio," she announced, grinning, "sirio looks sort of like dio, and dalia like me. oh, you'd love dalia, i think, she's got a talent for plants and herbs and is such the sweetheart." her babies were also almost grown up... well, not fully, of course, but they'd be in the adult ranks in mere weeks-- she could hardly wait. her ears pricked. "she doesn't talk much, either," she added, almost as an afterthought.