After a long day of herb gathering-- the usual-- Portia laid out gracefully in the shady area a few yards from the mouth of her den. Her black nose was dirtied slightly by the dusty brown earth that she laid in, sorting what appeared to be rocks around her paws. They were similar to the ones she'd given the Goufa's when they were introduced to the pack, but these had come from an entirely different cave. The purple treasures were flipped over on the ground, being studied intensely by a pair of august green eyes. 

Though she hears the subtle noise to catch her attention, Portia does not look up-- even when the woman speaks her name. Instead she clears her own throat and flips a stone over with a gentle flick of her paw. "Amethyst," she says finally, looking up from where she sat. "A gorgeous gemstone-- found in caves, usually," she adds, her green eyes glinting. 

"I am Portia," she says, leaving out her secondary name out of pure forgetfulness. "Skayona," the freckled beauty adds with a well-painted smile. "A pleasure."

"Both," the woman responds cheerily, nosing a stone towards her. "For you, if you'd like it hun," she says swiftly, tail swiping across the dusty ground. "Gemstones are a medicine for the eye," she tells the other. "Quite beautiful, soothing at most, but certainly just fun to collect. There are some wolves who believe that certain stones have certain healing powers, thought I've never come across anything like that," she says with a raise of an eyebrow and a dainty scoff. 

"Quite a hassle to collect, though," she adds, studying the others face. She was white, but lacked the freckly markings or patches that Portia had-- which was an advantage in the winter seasons, but lacked practicality and a flair of uniqueness... not that the other had any sort of say when it came to that.

Her smile softened slightly as the woman spoke, soaking in her thoughts and ideas. She loved hearing the opinions of others almost as much as she loved giving her own take on the situation-- which she loved doing a lot. "The soul," she murmurs after Lucia has finished talking, her tail tapping against the ground a handful of times. "Perhaps meditation would be a friend to the stones, then," she offers, giving her beloved Amethyst another thoughtful look.

"Where do you come from, sugar?" she asks, turning the topic away from her rocks. Although Portia could and would talk about the natural world all day long, she'd try not to. With a glint in her striking green eyes, she focuses in on the woman opposite of her.

"Are you a scout, then?" she asks, tail waving. Perhaps not everyone who wandered enjoyed their wandering-- but Portia certainly did, so she asked. "I lived in a somewhat small pack in a lil' place called Broken Valley. Left when I was almost a year, and adventured until I wound up here," she says, somewhat unprovoked. No one asked, but it's not like she really cared. To share information was to share information-- why bother waiting for someone to bring it up? "The world truly is beautiful-- never made sense to me to stay in one place for too long."

How fascinating! A backstory! Portia scrunches up her nose in a playfully, feminine way, letting out an exasperated sigh. "So skimpy on the details, hun!" she teases, but is genuinely curious what 'things' drove the pale woman away. "I merely left from boredom-- I needed some freedom in my fur!" she exclaims with a light huff of breath at the end. With a flick of her tail she calms her excitement and focuses back into scouting. 

"Oh sugar-- Drageda is so beautiful. Make sure you leave with a man when you explore, no reason to run off and get yourself lost or injured," she adds. Truthfully, the woman could leave with a gal-pal if she wanted, but Portia was quite set on the men of the pack escorting her outside the territory.

Portia was little bothered by anything, and being a woman who swung whatever way her mood pointed her, she didn't think twice about the comment. A smile appears on her face, and Portia compliments it with a sweet laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, hun, women are not much better," she says, eyes glinting. "Been there done that." Her tail waves with amusement(mostly at herself). "Just make sure you leave with someone-- it'd be a shame to see something happen to you," she advices, somewhat more serious, but in no way stern.

"To each their own," Portia agreed, tail wagging. The Skayona would always find a thrill in the thought of a good fling-- though she had mellowed considerably since she'd arrived in Drageda. Now, that was not to say she didn't long for another's touch, but she did her best to contain her impulses in front of her pack mates... you can't just fuck your roommates whenever you want-- there are rules for that kind of thing.

With a quick glance away, the woman noded thoughtfully. "I will gladly accompany you," she said with a smile, her gaze returning to the pale girl, green eyes glinting in the sun. "I believe you sweetheart, it's just a thing Thuringwethil always says," she added, a bit of a playfulness in her voice. "I didn't pin you as the vulnerable type."

"Good," Portia replied, her voice almost purring. "Well, hun, I should probably get to work," she said, a polite way to say 'okay, bye,' and Portia surely didn't mean it in a bad way. She was just ready to relax. So when the creamy woman left, Portia laid back down and began a nice, much-needed, nap.