Sleeping Dragon Onyx

Thuringwethil’s eyes widen when Portia explains the information about her mother. Her ears droop and she burrows her brows. She did not have a relationship with her parents, she does not even know who birthed her, but most wolves seemed to be fine with theirs they knew. Portia proved to be otherwise but she does not ask the obvious questions developing in her mind. Instead, she compliments Drageda and then attempts to speak in her own tongue. Her tail swishes a few times over her spine and her expression chances to a slight smile. It is not perfect but she has grown in the time she’d been there and that is enough.

“Mochof,” she thanks in return, happy to hear she’s comfortable in their own claim to be one of their own. “You are very important to us.”