The patched girl strides the territory with ease. Some might say her stance is rather arrogant, but her head and tail are not so high as to challenge anyone above her-- which seems to be everyone. Her stance points out nothing but her figure, and perhaps her spine as it juts out of her back. She's eaten some since her arrival, but obviously one measly meal won't fix a malnurished body.

As she walks, she spots a man-- well, we won't go that far just yet-- and she pauses, her ears perking. Portia smiles, and pads towards him, her tail and hips swishing behind her. "Hiya, Sugar," she says, green eyes inviting a conversation-- whoops.

She smiles as he turns to face her, but he makes no attempt at conversation. The boy was barely any eye candy to the freckled woman, but he was definitely a cutie-- she tilts her head right back at him, mirroring his confusion. "The name is Portia," she says, dipping her crown daintily. Her posture is still respectful, but far more open than most wolves are upon the first meeting. He seems somewhat flustered, confused even-- to her all is going as planned.

It seems that the stranger had no means of communication, and so Portia frowns. "Well, hun, that's quite the predicament," she says. The conversation is the majority of the fun, so her flirty facade falls quickly. "Well, are you sick?" she asks, awaiting an answer with interest. If he just had a sore throat, honey could always cure him. 

"How interseting," she says, her thin face tilting to the side. "May I call you something? You seem so sweet, you don't deserve to be nameless," she adds, tail waving. She knows he can't answer her, but perhaps she can come up with a nickname for him. Something fitting, of course, nothing rude. "You seem something like a Basil, to me," she says, her love for herbs and plants sprouting up. She pauses, smiling. "Do you know what Basil is, hun?"

Portia grins sweetly, he doesn't argue and therefore feels that his name fits him. "Good-- it pleases me to meet others who know about plants and herbs," she tells him-- not that he really cares. "Basil is a wonderful plant. It's a sweeter herb-- like you Hun," she adds the last part with a wink, her tail waving. "It's an anti-inflammatory, and a wonderful one at that," she continues on thoughtfully, wondering if the other wolf even cares. Then again, who cares? It could save his life one day and she has no problem sharing. "Helps with common illness-- chewing on the leaves usually relieve some symptoms." 

Portia rambles on a bit more about how wonderful it is as an anti-inflammitory, making sure she mentions it's use with pregnant women. When she finally stopped talking, she gave him a slight head nod. "I hope I didn't talk your ears off, hun," she winked, standing. "I best be off," she adds, and with a final "Bye, Basil," the freckled girl winks, and pads off into Drageda.