She had meant to find Dio right after the ceremony-- but she'd assumed he'd been called back with the Heda when she had lost him in the crowd. Now, she sat away from her den, chewing thoughtfully on a rabbit and staring through the little forest the territory had. She'd placed her den smack dab in the middle of a handful of trees, but besides the Rendezvous site, the territory was rather bare. She wasn't extremely hungry, but had eaten little the past few days and figured it was time to fill her stomach. 

Her green eyes scanned the area, nose tipping to tear off a piece of meat, and began to chew the kill daintily. She was thinking about plants, mostly, but Dio's scent brushed past her as the wind changed-- just briefly-- and so she thought about him. 

Her ears perked when she saw Dio, almost surprised to see him. His scent had passed her, but she hadn't expected him to seek her out. Her jaws parted as she meant to spoke, but he didn't bother speaking to her-- instead in a sweeping motion gave her cheek a quick nibble and then moved back to look at her. It wasn't that she wasn't used to forward-- forward was nothing new to her. Maybe it was just Dio being so forward... was this even forward? 

"O-oh," she murmured, her ears cupping forward. A small smile traced her lips, her front paws crossing over one another. "Hey, hun," she said studying him with interest, "Can't stay away?" she purred.

"You know I'd never say no to an opportunity to talk," she quipped, tail tapping against the ground. He settled beside her, and she studied him thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down and tearing off another piece of her rabbit, chewing and swallowing daintily. A bit of blood stained the corners of her lips and somewhat on her chest-- she preferred to keep clean but with such white fur the staining was almost inevitable. It didn't bother her too much, inwardly and childishly, she sometimes pretended like it gave her some big, scary edge... even though it was, in reality, just from a measly little rabbit. 

"How does it feel to hold so much power in those big paws of yours, Mr. Wocha?" Portia then asked, an eyebrow quirking an a small smirk lighting up the edges of her lips. "What would you bother doing with all that power anyhow?" 

She paused at his comment, her head tilting to the side as she studied his face. His next comment was easily given a solution, but she was more focused on what he had said to begin with. He was beta in another pack-- somewhere before this. Somehow it had never crossed her mind that Dio had existed before her, and for the first time in a long while she wondered about that life. She couldn't help but press herself closer to him, all too wrapped up in her own games, though she hesitated asking him about himself-- another thing she hadn't done in a long time. 

"A beta and a Wocha... what a shame," she responded away, tilting her head to the other side as she gazed away from the dusty-coated male, "I'm sure there's plenty you could do with all those pretty badges on your chest." She gave him a sidelong glance, shoulder still pressed to his. Maybe another day, or maybe later today, but not right now.

Portia smiled, tail waving a bit as Dio leaned closer to her. "Well, I'd be mighty offended if it did lack," she said playfully, tilting her head slightly as his teeth grazed over the nape of her neck. A soft whine escaped her throat as she pressed herself closer, still lounging in the warmth that he provided.

Truthfully, Portia never had any sort of rank for herself. Skayona was the most important thing she'd ever been, and she took pride in the knowledge she had as a Fisa as well. No one had ever trusted her with anything-- much less anyone, so fear she might sleep with them. Now, she could always tell that Thuringwethil trusted her-- respected her even. It was the best feeling she'd ever felt, besides-- and this is just a maybe-- this feeling right here. It was constant and warm, it filled every gap her soul had with something she'd never experienced. It scared her, and she refused to admit to it, but she was happier with Dio than she was with even her plants.

"Some snow," Portia quipped, following his gaze to the trees and resting her's there for a moment. Her response wasn't very serious, but as the thought rested in her head she wondered the same thing. Good health, she prayed, but she wasn't sure that's what Dio was asking. "Maybe some new packmates-- Lord knows a loner needs a pack in the winter," she then offered, her tail swishing behind her once. 

She nosed the beige Wocha's cheek softly, silently demanding his full attention again. "What do you think it'll bring?" she asked, then paused, "What do you want it to bring?"

Dio's answer came as honestly as hers did, but his ended a bit sweeter. when his nose parted her muzzle, she pressed her chin to her chest, smiling softly and staring at her paws. "i'm not hard to find," she told him after a brief pause, raising her head back up and giving the side of his mouth a soft kiss. 

her shoulder pressed into his, tail curling around her hind legs to keep the autumn winds chill from making her shiver. it took her a moment, but she realized he had said 'nothing like last year,' which sparked a bit of confusion in her. there was another pause, one where she thought back to her thoughts from earlier, and then she gave him a long look. "i don't know much about you, hun," she said quietly, "what happened last year?"

she really didn't know what she expected, or if she expected anything, but Dio's response sent Portia's brain scrambling for words. she traveled a lot, and over her two years of life had heard passerby's life-stories, and they were always as bland as they could come. not that her life had been too interesting, but it was far more eventful than your average joe. sleeping her way through the wilds didn't compare to an actual history though, and her green gaze broke away from the Wocha as she searched for a response. 

he'd moved closer to her, and she felt his body heat press closer to her own. that was all she could think to do at first, one of her forelegs crossing over his and her head bending to nuzzle beneath his chin. he seemed like he needed some sort of comfort, even if it was a small gesture, and she was good at that. 

a proper response still failed her-- did she ask him more? was this too sensitive a topic? she wanted to ask about his family but... well that seemed a bit insensitive in the moment. did she offer him verbal comfort and support? he was a grown man, after all, perhaps he didn't want to hear that sort of thing from his lady-friend. did she tell him her past? if he asked, maybe, but as a response it would sound so underwhelming, and like she felt her useless situation was far more important than his clearly worse one-- perhaps she was overthinking this.

"what brought you here?" she finally settled on, moving her head to see his handsome face again.

"may i ask about your family?" she asked then, ears flicking back as she waited for his response. 

"you're pretty old," she teased lightly, "did you have any children?" the question might've been sort of heavy, but it was important for her to know. she'd whored around quite a bit, but never had any buns been placed in the oven-- which she certainly was thankful for. "i'm sure dozen's of women threw themselves at you."