Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

Portia shrugged. "Not all families are as loving as yours, hun" she replied, brows furrowing. Her own tail curled around her paws, green eyes passing off of Freyja for a brief moment. Her mother wasn't a terrible person, by any means, they just had a clash in interest... multiple, clashes of interest, that is. And while she did miss her sister, it was her decision to stay behind with a man-- something Portia was only beginning to understand recently. Shaking the thought from her mind, she gave a wider smile and said, "And besides, Drageda is all the family I'd ever need."