Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

Portia smiled, her tail tapping the ground. "I got here the day after your birth... I didn't get to see any of you for a while, but we came to Drageda about the same time, hun," she told her, ears cupping forward slightly. "Hvitserk was sick one day, and I gave your mother and Heda herbs to heal him-- and I think that was the first time anyone in the pack trusted me with anything," she added jokingly, though it was true. She was sure that Thuringwethil was wary of her that first day, especially since she'd come to the pack so weak, but the dark wolf had treated her with a certain respect since that day-- or at least with a hint of trust.