Felltree Marsh between the trees

"She'd never seen a girl so moontouched, aside from her own mother and the Moonsister. The strike of black, like a last minute paintbrush had set shadows on her back to cancel out what great power the moon could fill that starlight pelt with, was enchanting." OMG i love this so much, it's so beautifully written, do you care if I put this on her profile somewhere? credit to you, of course <3

The woman didn't seem bothered, and Portia's ears perked a bit when the other mentioned 'back home.' "You're from a marsh?" she questioned curiously, green eyes studying the stranger with interest. The Skayona didn't know many wolves who lives in marshes, usually they came from forests or mountains or even valleys-- herself from the latter of the three.

The darker wolf soon questioned her, and she tilted her head slightly. "Amethyst, for emergencies," she answered, tail flicking, "The leaf is for the herbs I find here." With another flick of her pale ears, Portia gave a light dip of her head, shifting her posture to something that would resemble a courtesy-- but wolf-style. "My name is Portia Rose Moreau, I live in a pack northeast of here," she said. Southern hospitality including the introduction-- and Portia rarely went without one of those.