Sleeping Dragon Onyx

it had never occurred to her that thuringwethil had not known her parents, and so the expression she gave made little sense. plenty of wolves had negative relationships with their parents-- and she might've asked had she known better than to pry at the life of the hierarchy, it was rude and disrespectful. but, heda's demeanor changed when she spoke, and portia's heart swelled. the praise meant a lot, especially coming from heda herself. portia's tail wagging happily, and she stood. "it's an honor to be here," she said earnestly with a chirpy voice. for a moment she looked away, her tail swishing. "well, i'm glad you're safe, ma'am," she told her, green gaze falling back to the leader, "i have some things to do before night falls." she picked the herbs back up and dipped her head graciously to the dark wolf, still pleased with their conversation. when she was dismissed, she turned and headed back to store her herbs, content with the day.