Sleeping Dragon Garnet

"Goliath," Portia murmurs, stepping towards him and sniffing curiously. "I am Portia. You burned yourself, Goliath, the geysers have very hot water that burns you if it touches you..." she trailed off, looking him up and down and flicking her tail. "You need to come with me-- I can fix the hurt," she told him, beckoning with her nose. He didn't seem the brightest of wolves she'd met before, but that didn't matter. She was a healer, she healed, and right now this burly hunk of man needed some healing. 

She stared at him until he'd come, she wouldn't take no for an answer.