Sleeping Dragon i've been a clean living girl I promise you

"Yes," Portia agreed, glancing to her shoulder briefly. The Skayona was quite clearly anything but a gona-- even with her lack of kill-marks, she was clean from any scars at all, and her fur was well groomed. When Chessur showed her own, Portia studied it curiously, her tail tapping the earth once or twice. "Os job," she said, tossing in the phrase Freyja had, curiosity riddled in her voice, though she kept her questions to herself.

Only a few wolves among the ranks had found mates, as far as Portia could see it was less than many. Most of the packs she had been a part of had multiple pairs among them-- Drageda was no different. Sometimes she pondered if she and Dio were mates, and if she'd ever even want that, but usually she tried to force the thoughts down.

The freckled botanist nodded. "Three others. Thyri, Eske, and Freyja-- who is among the Dragedakru ranks as our Feisripa," she explained, wondering why this took her attention.

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