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

When Portia offered the leaves, Wildfire nosed them and then opened her mouth to munch the first one, after shooting the medic a quick glance to make sure that was what she was supposed to do. It tasted bad and was difficult to chew what with her sharp fangs, yet she managed. As she chewed and eventually swallowed, she listened carefully to Portia's feedback, trying to gauge her expression and tone.

"Yeah, I've been feeling more hormonal the past month or so," the Bandrona said thoughtfully. She tried to pinpoint when it had started but she couldn't really remember exactly. "So I expect to, ah, go into heat pretty much any day now." That thought made her heart beat faster, though it clenched a little as she regarded the Skayona.

"I was hoping to talk to you about that," Wildfire said in a soft, slow voice. "The arrangement I—we—have with Dio. Are you okay with it?" She couldn't even begin to guess how Portia might feel about it. It was complicated. She did know that unless Dio withdrew consent, Wildfire would breed with him regardless of Portia's feelings on the matter. She felt terrible for thinking that way but she couldn't bear the thought of losing out on her chance for a family with Thuringwethil.