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Portia was extremely excited for this meeting, practically dancing her way to Heda when she heard the call. She collected herself, however, when she got close. Unlike Chessur, Portia did actually bring flowers. In her jaws she carefully held a bundle of flowers. It was getting pretty cold, so the Skayona had originally worried that they would die off before the meeting, but she'd taken them inside her den and paid extra special attention to them-- and they faired well.  She placed the flowers at their feet, giving them each a humble bow and a playful smile, still finding great joy in their outed relationship. "Lavender, sweet pea, and field daisy," she offered before headed back into the crowd, eyes scanning for Dio.

She didn't see him right away, but assumed he would be sitting with Wildfire and Thuringwethil-- so she sat alone instead.

When Heda gave the go ahead, Portia moved quickly to take her share and back off a bit, letting the larger wolves and the hierarchy take a bigger share of the meat-- they did deserve it, after all. She then turned, looking instead for Chessur-- opting to sit with her, giving the woman a bright and friendly smile. Even though the woman really didn't seem to like her, Portia was determined to not let the Kru replace her, and she figured a good place to start was to at least make the other like her. Easier said than done, maybe.