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Portia. She had met the wolf only once and that had been in the midst of her trailing after some prey. Though the child had been wary of the adult at first she had grown on Freyja. “Oh,” she commented idly in reply as her eyes trailed to the path before them. She wasn’t quite sure just where Portia lived or even why her brother wanted to see her, but she didn’t question him any further. Instead she set her attention at the task at hand: finding Portia.

“Do yew know where she lives?” she asked, sticking to simple “yes” and “no” questions with her brother. Even if he did not know where she lived the children were still at an advantage with their new home. The den was closer to the other pack members and perhaps Portia had set shop near their den.