Dragoncrest Cliffs poorly preserved

portia squinted, repeating the statement in her head once or twice before she sorted out a proper understanding of what the other had meant. "one of them," she responded with a small smile. with a gentle dip of her head, the freckled bell added, "i am portia, drageda's fisa." she raised her head before letting it tip gentle to one side, studying the stranger with much curiosity. "wildfire is the other mother, mated to our heda, myself to dio, drageda's wocha." too much information? probably. but portia had been cramped in a den for a while, it was nice to be able to talk to someone who wasn't dio or wildfire or children who didn't understand a damn thing. her introduction begged a reply for a similar response, one that maybe told a short story of her own past. then again, this woman was not portia, and perhaps wouldn't think to give a whole lesson of details to a complete stranger-- packmate or not.