Sleeping Dragon Onyx

since her arrival at the dragon, Portia had gotten much better at actually paying attention to the pack. normally, the lack of an alpha's presence along the borders wouldn't have phased her, but Heda's disappearance was alarming. she didn't search, assuming someone knew where she had gone, but she certainly wasn't happy that the rest of the pack's scent was around the territory. 

today, however, Thuringwethil's scent was strong, and Portia-- in excitement-- let out a yip, dropping the herb in her mouth. she scrambled to pick it back up and then moved quickly to track down her Heda, her tail wagging quickly and mind wandering. was she okay? she didn't smell blood, surely she was okay? Portia worried anyway, her little legs propelling her towards her leader, wherever she was.