Sleeping Dragon pulse

"Some snow," Portia quipped, following his gaze to the trees and resting her's there for a moment. Her response wasn't very serious, but as the thought rested in her head she wondered the same thing. Good health, she prayed, but she wasn't sure that's what Dio was asking. "Maybe some new packmates-- Lord knows a loner needs a pack in the winter," she then offered, her tail swishing behind her once. 

She nosed the beige Wocha's cheek softly, silently demanding his full attention again. "What do you think it'll bring?" she asked, then paused, "What do you want it to bring?"