Sleeping Dragon Onyx

"the coast," Portia echoed, her ears perking curiously. it'd been a while since she'd been on the coast, especially since she'd joined Drageda. she wondered if it was warmer than it was here on the mountain, if there was still snow on the ground. it was kind of fun to picture her Heda walking along a tropical shore eating pineapples and cooling off in clear waters... though she somehow doubted it was any different than here.

but now she was intrigued, more with Thuringwethil's mention of dreams. not many wolves admitted so readily to having dreams like that, and not many wolves actually believed them either. Portia herself would certainly listen to her own dreams, but hers were boring and usually consisted of normal wolf stuff-- not many opportunities to wake up in a hot sweat and realize that something needs to be done. "you're the first leader of Drageda-- aren't you?" she asked, tail waving, "i mean-- the other commanders must come from Seageda, yes?"