Sleeping Dragon Amber

Portia huffed and puffed a little more than usual the past few days. She was fit as ever and still loved a good walk, but her lack of endurance mixed with all the smoke and ash... it didn't do her much help lately. She would much rather be snuggled up to Dio elsewhere, but as the pack's only-- was she really the only one?-- Skayona and medic, she knew it was her job to make sure everyone was alright. She'd been running around all damn day with a sack of herbs, herbs she'd spent all day the previous day collecting, and giving them to every wolf. She needed a break more than anything, but was too worried about letting her Heda down that she could hardly bother to take a few minutes rest.

Outside @Thuringwethil's den, the freckled woman gave a light bark, setting the herbs down and panting. "Ma'am?" she called, praying the woman was home, "I need you to come out and take this right now." She had a honeycomb and a pile of coltsfoot, wrapped up in those leaves, and she was prepared to shove all of it down her Heda's throat if she needed to. She'd taken a bit herself just this morning, but was saving as much of it as she could for the rest of the pack-- especially Thuringwethil, Wildfire, and the puppies. 

@Wildfire is welcome to join as well, but Portia can easily just give Thur some instruction :p