Sleeping Dragon Howlite

When the woman tore the head off, Portia did a quick little hop of excitement. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, in the moment forgetting the word for thank you. She dipped her head happily, tail waving with excitement. Her head turned back to Gavriel and dipping once more to him. "Thank you," she breathed again happily, ears perked. Curiously, she noted the word Bluma, only assuming it meant something related to plants. With a quick nod, she glanced between the two. "I'd love that, thank you, sweetheart," she said to the Gona, her eyes shining with excitement. 

"How long will it take? I'm running out of storage and wanted to go seed gathering before the winter comes," she added quickly, gaze flickering between the two, but focusing mostly on Gavriel.