Sleeping Dragon wildwood

He spoke, finally. It was about time, and she was glad that he did. Just those few words make everything make so much more sense -- if only he had uttered those words earlier so much time could have been saved. She could have also saved her reputation, seeing that the growing misunderstanding between herself and the boy had led him to become quite disliked by him. She sighed with relief as he mentioned Portia. At least they were dealing with someone she had met before.

"I know Portia," she reassured, hoping that would give her some sort of magic points towards her reputation. She really didn't want to be disliked by any of the pups. "Do you want me to call for her?"