Sleeping Dragon minging its own nature with it

Regardless of any light pelts or number of dips in the creek, Portia was hot. She tried to stay in the shadows of the territory, panting heavily and trying to keep hydrated. She had eventually decided to hang back in her den-- but felt too useless and bored. So, once she'd cooled down, the pale botanist slunk from her den and into the territory again, eventually coming across a wolf she'd never met before.

The freckled beauty lets out a light chuff, her posture low, hoping to catch his attention and make nice with him.