As she wanders, Portia comes across yet another pup. This one is similar to the boy she'd met prior-- but a girl! so very different! And oh, the knowledge that she had to bestow upon this young girl-- it was endless really. All the wonderful things you could do to get what you wanted and when you wanted... all the wolves you could sway with just the sway of your hips!! To teach these things to a young woman was a marvelous task-- they took the things that most viewed as a stain upon the mannerisms of ladies and made them righteous. Embrace those things, says Portia! Embrace them and show the world that you are whoever you want-- not some broken piece to the puzzle that was femininity.

But, perhaps another day-- at another age.

She trots to the child and lets out a light yip, hoping to gain the attention. With a humble bow to the assumed Princess, she speaks, "Hello, sweetheart." 

The pup speaks with a bit of disappointment, and only then does Portia realize that she was probably trying to do something. She almost speaks again, but the girls quick outburst disrupts her train of thought. Her attention is drawn to an emerging coat of bright orange-- a foreign color to such a bland-coated woman. Wildfire. She knows the name and the face from pack meetings, understanding her to be one of Thuringwethil's most trusted subordinates-- and a scout, at that. Her head dips humbly to the other. "Yes ma'am," she says, though it feels weird to call a younger wolf something usually associated with an older crowd... regardless, it was a way of respect in the Skayona's mind.

"A pleasure," she adds with a smile, her gaze soon turning back to the child. Hunting, maybe that made more sense. 

Thought Portia remains silent for this interaction between the two-- feeling somewhat guilty for having distracted the pup from her hunt-- her face appears calm and kind. She glances between them as they speak, noting how much more talkative Freyja is than little Hvit was... secretly she'd always find the latter to be her favorite. When Wildfire directs the conversation to her, she nods and smiles sweetly at them both. "I'm always in for a good hunt," she says, tail wagging behind her. "What direction were you headed, hun?" she asks Freyja.

Portia had absolutely no pointers to give the girl. She could hunt as well as any other wolf, but she was by no means as skilled as Wildfire-- perhaps-- was. It was a skill everyone acquired, some were better than others, and she chose to devote her free time to growing the natural world rather than striking it down... though she was by no means against a good rabbit. 

She stays silent as Freyja begins off, allowing Wildfire to walk just before her-- she did hold the higher rank, after all. Though she would always love to teach people about plants and herbs, she did always love to see young wolves find their calling. Perhaps this was Freyja's. 

The child spoke to her directly, and she nodded. "I have, hun. Groundhogs are very good eats," she said, smiling. Her gaze shifted to Wildfire, and although she was not the expert hunter that the fiery girl was, she did understand the relevance of time and speed. Freyja was just a child though, and perhaps it mattered little if they actually found the prey today-- or if they found the one they were actually tracking.  

Portia fell silent beside the two. She was here to help, but it was Wildfire's area of expertise. She stands with her head low and her tail still, staring at the creature in case it would move, ready to alert the other two.

After the child answered Wildfire about the term stealthy, Portia would interject with a "You must be light on your feet-- you must move without being seen or heard by the groundhog." Her ears cupped forward as she studied the creature, it's form still waffling around the same spot. It seems oblivious to the situation, and Portia thanked God himself that they were downwind-- it made the teaching a bit easier. 

Portia smiled and nodded to Freyja as Wildfire spoke. She then proceeded to lay lower, allowing the child(and even Wildfire) to make her move without any outside distraction. She then waited patiently, ears perked with excitement-- oh how she prayed the child would make the catch! Wildfire told her not to be disappointed if she failed, but Portia held full confidence in the girl.