Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

"Well," Portia said with a shrug, tilting her head to ask the child to follow her into her storage, "It depends on the wolf, anywhere from a day to a week, usually... but it gets better as it goes on, hun, so I wouldn't worry too much about it." She moved her nose around the herb storage for a bit, nosing at skulls and hollowed out stone-bowls, her tail flicking thoughtfully. Between her teeth, she grabbed a strange looking thing-- a yellowish-pinkish color and placed it carefully across the large, flat stone she'd dragged in there a long time ago. She made a face and stuck her tongue out playfully at Freyja, tail still waving slowly.

She smacked her mouth a few times before settling down, her tail sweeping across her feet. "Bitter little thing, ginger is, but go ahead and eat that, it should help..." she trailed off, smiling. "I've got some blackberries, if you finish that up," she added, hoping the treat would keep the child from hesitating.