The lovely freckled girl paws through newly sprouted leaves in the ground, careful not to break them and careful not to pull them up. She wants to take them and make a little stash-- but she truthfully can't remember what they are. She leans forward and sniffs at the small leaves with interest, hoping the smell would trigger her memory.

Alas, it does not, and she's left to "Hmpf," dramatically and stare harder at the greenery. 

A voice grabs her attention-- perhaps she might've scented him, but the wind did not seem to favor her today-- and she turns to look at the face of a tawny colored male. She blinks a few times before smiling, her posture low and submissive in regards to his already. "Not quite, hun," she says, glancing down at the plant. "More like at something-- though I can't for the life of me remember what it is..." she trails off, dipping her muzzle to sniff at the leafy plant once again. "Any idea what it might be?" she asks, nose twitching as she glances back at him.

Portia huffs, sitting back up and staring down at the plant. "Good for childbirth," she tells him, glancing at the man curiously. "Relieves stomach cramps and things of that nature-- otherwise I'm not sure I've heard it be used for anything else." She squints at the plant one final time, but no names crawl into her mind. Oh well. 

She turns-- a little more fully-- to look to the man, her head dipping gently finally in a formal, respectful gesture. "I am Portia, by the way. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Perhaps," she hums with amusement, her eyes glinting. "I don't believe that this plant would make you throw up, though," she adds in, more of a side comment as she thinks aloud. 

"I believe the newest," she replies, tipping her freckled face to the side as she thinks. "And I assume you've been here a while, haven't you, Hun?" she asks, although she feels she's correct and doesn't expect to be surprised by anything he says.

"The coast?" Portia repeats curiously, her tail waving behind her. "I haven't been to the sea in a while-- so beautiful there," she says, her ears cupping forward. "Were you born there?" she asks him, her head cocking to the side. 

"You appreciate everything less in the dead of winter," she agrees, "I prefer the green-- more plant life," she adds, eyes glinting with amusement. He asks of her old home and she hesitates before she answers. Not to be sly or guilty, she simply can't remember where she lived last. "Well," she begins slowly, looking up in a manner of thought. "I was born far away-- a pack called Broken Valley, I learned some basics back there-- just enough to get me on my feet safely. Everything else I picked up along the way," she tells him with a soft smile. "Wolves are rather friendly, if you know how to talk to 'em," she adds, her tail flicking.

The man asks her of her journey here, and how she discovered Drageda. She shrugs. "Like I said, I'm a wanderer. I'll admit though, something about this pack just called to me... I'm usually not one to settle..." She trails off, studying a rock formation behind Dio with interest. When she glances back to him, her head tilts. 

"Ever felt like that, Hun?" She asks him sweetly. "It's a strange feeling, really, but you just can't ignore it."

When Dio motions back to the plant, she shrugs, returning his frown. "That's alright... as long as I know it's use, I suppose it's fine," she says with a slight tease laced through her voice, a smile playing on the edges of her lips. "Well, Hun, I'll let you go. I have a few things to tend to," she says, but really just wants to go find more plants-- none of her pack duties are really that important right now. 

"Pleasure to meet you, Dio," she adds with a quick look down before she begins to pad away, tail waving lowly behind her. 

As she walks, something seems to stop her and her tail comes to a still. Her ears perk and she turns back towards him, calling out. "Hedge Bedstraw," she calls, her tail beginning to wag again. Pleased with herself, she set back off into the territory to find more herbs.