Sleeping Dragon minging its own nature with it

The woman introduces herself, and her family, but it doesn’t mean much to him. Being in Drageda already, he didn’t have to announce his own family, but she keeps her old attached instead of the new one she has joined. Brushing it off with the hopes she will see the change later, he nods his head with a slight smile. 

“I am a Drageda wolf,” he tells her with a swish of his tail. “I had been born in Seageda, where we come from.” Hoping he doesn’t sound too snobby about his origins—he was proud of his heritage, as she will be one day—he knows she will soon be too. It is then he remembers something he’d been told about her from Gyda, he finds himself softening a little bit. “I heard you helped my son when he was sick. I thank you. If you ever need anything,” he offers, though he doesn’t need to. 

They did things for one another without expecting it in return, loyal to one another. If Portia becomes part of Drageda as the rest of them, it wouldn’t be any different. 

“I don’t know much about herbs but I just put something in a cache and this heat… it spoils so quickly. Do you know a way to store it so it may last longer?”