Dragoncrest Cliffs Andalusite

the skayona cared little for rank, she was nothing but a plant nerd, and really didn't care how others approached her. he could have come at her with his tail raised and chest puffed out (much like chessur had) and she would have treated him the same as if he hadn't. besides, it was only last thing she had to do, and portia was originally noted as a rather lazy wolf.

she could hear his pawsteps before he spoke, and therefore portia was well aware of his arrival. she didn't answer right away, instead nosing out the last of one of the hibiscus' and letting out a dainty sneeze to rid the dirt from her nose. when she moved it towards her geraniums, she raised herself and turned to see the other, summer green gaze scanning him through thick eyelashes. "hibiscus, hun," she replied swiftly, gesturing a small white paw to the wilting ones. then to the healthier of the two, "geraniums." she held her tongue for a moment, scanning him over again. "portia, skayona," she said with a sweet, white smile.