Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

"I learned some words," Portia said quietly, thinking hard. Not that she hadn't learned, but everything had morphed into her every day life, and now that she had to recite all her Drageda knowledge she was almost forgetting which one was normal or not. "Though," she added with a smile, "You've learned from the best, so you probably know far more than me." She shifted where she sat, ears flattening and pricking as she thought. "I know some ceremonies... and I know there is another pack-- Trigeda, I believe, where a lot of our members have gone. And I know that your parents, Thuringwethil, and a woman named Rebekka are the only wolves in the pack to be of true cultural descent," Portia paused though after she said this, smiling a bit brighter, "Except you all-- you four were the first litter to be born here."