It was the scream of a rabbit that caught Portia's attention. She'd already eaten, so she was less than hungry, but she was curious to see who was out hunting. Her pale paws led her to their Bandrona, who sat feasting very carnivorously on what she could only assume was the rabbit she'd heard scream moments ago.

She stayed a small ways off, not wanting to intrude on the girls meal, her tail flicking back and forth. "Nice catch, hun," she said with a smile, amused by the way Wildfire was eating but in no way judging her. Portia was ladylike to almost all extents, but she'd never question a natural instinct. Devour when hungry was just one of those things.

Portia shook her head, laughing a little. "I've already eaten, thanks," she said, tail waving, "But if you want anything for the caches I don't mind helping out." Her green gaze fell away from Wildfire as she stared at the territory around them, noting indifferently the signs of autumn around them. She's never admit to liking winter, but it was easier to blend into her surrondings-- and men were always so much more eager to listen to her. It must've been something about the cold, there was always something settling about huddling close to someone to keep warm. Maybe, even the most rugged of men, had a soft spot for that sort of companionship. She'd never know. 

Her gaze returned to Wildfire, tail waving. "How've you been?" she asked, a light bit of conversation.

Wildfire seemed to light up-- more than in just a normal, cheerful manner. Curiosity pulled at the Skayona's tongue, and she returned the smile with a wag of her tail.  Unable to resist a good word of gossip, Portia nosed the Bandrona playfully. "Why's that?" she asked before nodding for the red-wolf to lead the way. She wasn't the best hunter, but she was help enough. 

"That's right!" Portia exclaimed brightly, her tail wagging. "How long have you two been together, though?" she pressed, knowing fine and well that this wasn't a recent thing-- and the Skayona was a big fan of knowing all the details. Her green eyes gazed ahead, ears perking for a moment before relaxing. "Congratulations, by the way, hun," she added with a gentle nudge to her friends shoulder.

Her ears perked as she considered the time, shocked that the pair had taken so long to become official. While Portia was not the 'settle-down' type, had she a man or a woman on her arm to flaunt, you bet your ass she would. Wildfire continued though, and Portia nodded, a bit of realization flooding over her. "It's romantic," she replied, green gaze slipping a glance at the Bandrona before falling back ahead of them. "That sudden realization is always the best love story-- much more emotion." 

Wildfire's next comment was amusing, and Portia let out a light laugh. "Oh, Wildfire," she began, tail waving. "Everyone leans their own way, you shouldn't worry about what other's have to say about that." 

Portia shrugged a bit, but nodded. "I understand, I suppose I've just never been one to care about what other people think," she mused, tail waving. She was glad to make Wildfire feel more comfortable, even if just a little, and she prayed the rest of the pack was as supportive as she was.

The scent did not miss her, and her attention turned to the tracker as she waited for instruction. Her lips curved in a bright smile, giving a gentle nod. Raccoon's weren't her favorite thing to hunt, but she didn't mind a good challenge.

Portia followed quickly, remaining silent as she went. Her feet were light on the ground, her tail stilled. She was not a skilled hunter, but she knew the basics, and would keep herself quiet and calm as she followed behind Wildfire, waiting for the trapper to find their prey. 

Wildfire followed the trail to a tree, sniffing around it with noted frustration. The trail was fading, the Skayona had noticed, but she didn't say anything to the far more experienced tracker. Good thing too, because after a few moments the Bandrona was barking to grab her attention. Portia followed-- straight to the little vermin.  

The closest Portia had ever come to angry was when she was telling her mother she was leaving home-- and that was over a year ago. So, it wasn't surprising that she didn't get nearly as vocal as Wildfire had. The fiery trapper flung herself forward with little warning, and with a surprised yip Portia took off a few pawsteps behind her, instead opting to go around the side, in case the little beast bolted.

"Oh!" Portia exclaimed, not fearfully though not necessarily calmly. The raccoon attacked-- and before Wildfire had the time to react, it had latched onto her face! The Skayona was unsure exactly what to do, and wondered if it was her fault. She had been prepared to attack it-- but it had turned and struck Wildfire before she had the chance. Feeling guilty and somewhat relieved it was only her snout and neck, the freckled woman moved quickly over the to trapper after the vermin fled. Wildfire made a few lighthearted comments, but Portia was worried as ever. 

"Oh hun," she murmured softly, pressing her nose to the other's cheek briefly, "I'm so sorry-- my lil' legs just don't move as quickly as I need them to." Her green gaze studied the fiery girl, the bloodied scrapes along her muzzle being the worst. "They're not awful, but raccoons are disgusting beasts... I'd feel better if you'd let me put something on them. I'd hate for them to get infected," she said, giving the ones on Wildfire's neck a few swipes of her tongue to clean them off. They weren't as deep as the ones on her nose, but they bled all the same.

"Good," Portia said, nodding quickly and gently nudging Wildfire to follow her. "It shouldn't be too long," she began, falling headfirst into an explanation on what herbs she was going to need and how she would apply it. It didn't really matter that the trapper knew, but Portia just loved talking about it too much. So she rambled on as they made their way to the Skayona's den, where she then treated the redheads wounds.