Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

It is Portia that greets her from the den and she waves her arched tail, stepping forward for a moment to lick the side of her face. A small token of affection for the young mother that seems so… happy. Thuringwethil’s smile is weak but as the healer looks over her shoulder while she wipes it away from her face. A young blob of a puppy meanders out between Portia’s legs and she looks down fondly at her. She’s seen so little of Dio, and much less Portia and her children that she realizes what little she knows about them.

“They are,” she says with warmth in her voice. “And yes. This is for something to chew on. They’ll be able to rib the bones off in a few weeks.”

Thuringwethil’s eyes drop to focus on the puppy the has come along, dipping her nose for a better look. “And who is this?”