Dragoncrest Cliffs Difficult and dance round this one

the wolf, as soon as he whipped around fully into view, is most certainly not arlo-- though she'd already established that. arlo held himself with much more pride and purpose, something about this male did not quite beg that assumption. but portia, sweet and filled with southern hospitality, dipped her head anyway. "i am indeed," she woofed, her own tail remembering the special rank heda had bestowed upon her (though it didn't quite mean that much to her) and raising to wag a bit higher up. "and who might you be, sugar?" she asked in return, green eyes glowing.