Dragoncrest Cliffs Ammolite

The figure quickly took on the familiar, distinctive features of the pack's Skayona. Wildfire bit absently at her lower lip, not sure how Portia would behave toward her. She still remembered that awkward confrontation on the beach. But she needn't have feared; the medic greeted her warmly and then with concern coloring her expression and tone.

"I'm—yeah," the Bandrona replied a little haltingly. She was doing all right, all things considered. She was still affected by her parents' death—it would take a while to truly process and move on from it—but Wildfire didn't necessarily feel like talking about that with anyone besides Thuringwethil. And she definitely didn't want to touch on the subject of her unproductive heat, although she wondered if Portia was secretly happy it hadn't worked out for her.

Pushing that thought from her mind, Wildfire caught herself zoning and blinked to clear her vision. "What's that?" she asked stupidly, peering at the bone by Portia's paws.