Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

Portia speaks fondly of her children after their initial affectionate and her eyes have become glued to the spotted girl. She is not much different in size from her own children across the field. “They are a wonder,” she murmurs with a wave of her tail, lowering her head to properly meet one of Drageda’s youngest. The sound from the girl causes a wide smile on her muzzle and she quietly boofs a breath of air back in her direction, curious to see how she reacts.