Dragoncrest Cliffs for the arms that hold me

portia leaves the pups in the cavern. there are plenty of wolves that she trusts inside and the pups (despite their lack of social skills) were old enough by now to hang out in the cavern without parent supervision-- at least in portia's opinion. thuringwethil's call holds a certain expectation anyway, and the feline was not about to simply ignore the commander.

the call seemed urgent... though portia was unsure of specifics. she grabbed some some anti-infection and cobwebs for a quick first-aid kit, and set off.

her ears angled forwards as she grew closer, coming upon a boy she'd never seen before and a sandy-colored female who was wet as a seal. portia's brow furrowed, unsure of what to make of this situation, and eyed her commander curiously. the boy smelled of drageda, so the fisa assumed he'd been here for a bit, but she had not yet been acquainted with him.