Sleeping Dragon You are the spade I used to dig this hole

There was a reason she was a master at hunting. Swiftly and efficiently, she tracked Portia down at her den. There were seeds scattered on the ground at her feet and she appeared to be counting. Wildfire didn't mean to interrupt, so she hung back, though the Skayona soon looked up and greeted her. The Bandrona smiled, black tail sweeping the chilly air as she closed the distance and took a seat adjacent to the other she-wolf. As usual lately, she favored her right hip so that she could splay out her left leg to avoid pinching the nasty gash on her thigh.

"I didn't throw you off, did I?" she asked, peering down at the seeds, then up at Portia's face. "I was hoping you could take a look at this again," Wildfire added, blinking down at the thick scab on her upper leg, then up at Portia again. "I picked at it a little the other day," she felt the need to confess.