Sleeping Dragon pulse

he asked what she wanted to know, and then rolled out a basic map of his previous pack life. "sort of like here," she offered. drageda was very familial, not once had Portia felt unwelcome or unloved by anyone in the pack. she earned their trust, and then they became a family. Dio mentioned something about a surname, which caused her to squint a bit. she'd almost forgotten she even had one, it just was sort of irrelevant at this point. it was there, and probably always would be, but the naturalist took pride in calling herself Portia, skayona of drageda rather than plain old Portia Moreau. she had purpose and life here, so it meant more to her.

"you're pretty old," she teased lightly, "did you have any children?" the question might've been sort of heavy, but it was important for her to know. she'd whored around quite a bit, but never had any buns been placed in the oven-- which she certainly was thankful for. "i'm sure dozen's of women threw themselves at you."