Sleeping Dragon to hound nature in her wandereings

"Ah," Portia said thoughtfully, her tail waving back and forth. "Territory more secure on that side now?" she asked him, still trailing beside him. She didn't know the differences-- or many of them-- between Trigeda and Seageda and Drageda. She knew that Sleeping Dragon was her home, and here she respected her Heda more than anything. She knew the culture here was different, more strict, but it made better wolves out of them all. For a moment, she distracted herself, realizing-- for the first time-- that she held a rank. She'd always held a rank, but it was always in the lower tiers, the ones where wolves simply mixed you up with the other wolves in that tier. She hunted and plant gathered but she always wandered away in pursue of something bigger and better-- outside the borders.

Apparently this was it. 

"Borders are more interesting with someone else," she added, glancing to him with a soft smile. She meant for herself, right now, but was also implying she should hang out with Dio more often. For a moment, she pondered the two falling in love, but it only made her want to laugh, and maybe a tad bit jealous.