The pale girl travels quickly through the territory, a bundle of green in her jaw. She's excited, mainly because these are new plants! She'd yet to find any of these in the territory before today and she's thrilled to take them back to her den to plant in her own garden. She'd left plenty where she'd found them, of course, but today she was more than happy to be getting a single plant-- root and all-- of each for her own. 

She steps quickly over a mound of rocks, careful however not to lose footing-- such a small wolf was quite agile and graceful-- and continues her trek to her den, praying she has a few avaliable skulls.

On her journey home, Portia picks up the scent of her Heda. Her ears perk curiously, but she does not move out of her way to track her down-- she has things to do! It was, perhaps, a coincidence that she would pass the woman on her way though. Out of respect the Kru stops a ways off and dips herself respectfully. Her tail wags behind her in a friendly greeting, curious if the woman would want to talk to her. Although she felt she had plenty to do, if her Heda asked about the plants, she'd be more than happy to dive into a long explaination about each of the plants.

When her Heda speaks, Portia begins to respond immediately, her voice a muffled mess of plants. She clears her throat as if to ask for a moment and spits the herbs onto the ground, clicking her tongue as the bitter taste of at least of the plants lingers. 

"I'd love some help, ma'am, if you're sure you have the time," she says, nosing the larger of the two plants towards the Heda. The second and third have a thinner stem, and although she trusts the woman fully she feels more comfortable carrying the other ones herself. She pauses, smiling a bit, "Reseda odorata-- Mignonette. A laxative, don't bite down on it too hard." It could rest safely in her jaws without being too big of a hassle, but it never hurt to warn anyone.

With a small smile, Portia gives a small chuckle-- not to mock her, but at the fact that she'd have to explain what a laxative would do. "Just a joke, ma'am. But a laxative is used for wolves with bowel problems. Otherwise it'd just give them the shits," she explains bluntly. "It shouldn't do anything just carrying it, but one should be careful regardless-- any damage to the plant anyway would ruin it's usefulness." With brief hesitation, Portia speaks again. "I can carry that one if you'd rather-- these are Sage and Feverfew. They're used for headaches, arthiritis, and sore throats," she offers with a smile. She'd still rather carry the thinner stemmed plants, but perhaps handing her Heda a laxative wasn't the best idea anyway-- not that it'd do anything. 

When the woman takes it, Portia grins thankfully, holding back a breathe of relief. "Great, thanks," she says, grabbing the herbs delicately in her mouth and beginning forward. They aren't too far from her den, thankfully, and she's pleased that her Heda had wasted no time in offering to help-- she'd wanted to get this done right away. How exciting!! 

When they arrive, Portia places the plants on the ground and glances to the dark woman with a quick dip of her head. She then ducks quickly into the small opening into the boulders, tail wagging furiously. When she appears again she has a coyote skull in her jaws, cracked and rather tattered. She places it gently on the ground and glances back up to Thuringwethil. "Thanks for your help," she says brightly, ears perked.

Obtaining and cleaning the skulls were her least favorite part of the job-- rarely did she ever find an already decomposed one. Regardless, she'd do it without hesitation for her beloved plants. No one had ever asked, so she'd never shared-- maybe it gave her some sort of mystique. 

"Great, thanks, hun," she says happily, her tail waving. She is about to dive into an explanation on what to do-- out of pure passion and a love for talking-- but her Heda's voice cuts her off. Her ears perk as she listens, dipping her head in regards to the dark woman's display of gratitude. As the name of what she would assume to be her new rank slips from the Heda's tongue, her lips turn up into a smile. "Thank you, Heda," she murmurs happily, tail wagging. "It is an honor to serve Drageda."

"Should we begin then, ma'am?" she asks, her muzzle still plastered with a wide smile. When Thuringwethil agrees Portia right away begins to explain her process and, with the Heda's help, begins to plant the wonderful new herbs.