Dragoncrest Cliffs poorly preserved

portia was not a fan of the borders. she was not a mercenary and was a very poor fighter-- should trouble come she would be the last wolf you'd want defending you. but, she needed some fresh air, and due to a bee sting to the nose she wasn't smellin' any good plants to collect-- she'd be fine tomorrow. instead she just went for a stroll, coming upon a wolf she'd yet to meet officially yet-- truthfully she didn't even know her name. she gave a friendly chuff and wave of her tail to grab her attention, standing a small ways off with her head cocked.