Sleeping Dragon Calcite

"Not at all," she said, obviously amused as the words came a beat or two too late.  She was surprised too to see the other wolf winded - she thought all of these other wolves were salted mountain rangers.  She still hadn't quite gotten used to it, though she could feel the slopes improving her strength over time.

Oh, Portia.  Right.  The wolf she was supposed to find months ago when she'd first joined, but never had bothered seeking out.  Well, now they'd met!  

"Throat's fine.  Something up?"  Targeted healer visits were never good news.  Unaware, she'd given the mountain a wide berth ever since its testy display, and as a result hadn't done much breathing of the expelled material (unless that's unrealistic and it covered the territory, oops).