Sleeping Dragon Howlite

@Rebekka and @Gavriel<3

Though restless, Portia held her ground outside her den. She enjoyed the cool, fall air and organized her cache, placing them in neat, bowl-shaped rocks and skulls-- both which had taken ages to find. The skulls were harder to find that the rocks, though Portia was not against killing for beauty. A good number of coyotes and foxes that had wandered too close to the border found their place in her collection. But, in all honestly, the Skayona preferred to find and use already deteriorated carcasses-- it was just easier to clean. 

Today though, she found that she was almost out of storage units. Her pile had withered down to a measly two rocks, and though her all of her herbs and seeds were beautifully organized and planted, she knew her tendencies to bite off more than she could chew... she'd need to gather more.

Portia gingerly picked up the bowls filled with seeds and places them on indents carved into the wall, making for neat shelf space. The potted plants sat in a row just outside, lining the area in beautifully-- and somewhat eerily-- around her den. Off to the side was an actual garden, which she tended to often, but the potted plants were so much more homey to her.

With a huff, the woman stood and made her way to the borders. She'd been spending a decent amount of time there, and noticed a dead wolf laying just outside them. Dio's scent was all over it-- as was Gavriel's and Thuringwethils, but she was more focused on Dio. She sniffed it without hesitation, assuming it was a loner who got too close to the borders or a prospective joiner who made a horrible first impression. Without much afterthought, she clamped her jaws tightly around the neck of the black wolf, but had yet to decapitate anything bigger than a coyote... so failed somewhat terribly. She spit out the fur on her tongue and stared down, wondering what she was supposed to do now.