Sleeping Dragon Quartz

Portia comes into focus a moment later, mouth full of herbs, and Thuringwethil’s parted jaw snaps shut. She hesitates to speaks and the silence between them remains awkward. The other wolf has been an odd one from the beginning but in a way she found endearing and so she didn’t push more than she had to. She seems happy here, already making herself busy and getting settled into Drageda. She’d acclimate fine, Thuringwethil observes, and she wags her tail.

“Do you need a hand?” she finally asks, stepping forward to be of use.