Dragoncrest Cliffs Zircon

portia frowned, her ears pinned to her speckled crown. she wanted to argue... her babies were in no way ready. they were so underdeveloped socially-- something portia would never understand considering how well wildfire's kids came out, and how they'd been exposed to the same things. a thought crossed the fisa's mind, one that scorched the edges of her heart. she shoved it away, as far as it would go, and swallowed whatever anxiety was coming up.

"they'll learn just fine from you and me, dio," she said with a frown, her green eyes finding his gaze, "but when they go on to join the rest of the pack..." she couldn't bare to think of it. sirio would be a mess. in fact, she wasn't even sure sirio would go to join the rest of the pack, she was certain he'd hang out by them for the rest of his life. "dalia, maybe," she added as an afterthought. it was no secret that, though she was timid, dalia was far more open to the rest of the pack. "i was told she joined in on one of eske's lessons-- a sparring match." no mention of sirio in her comment, which spoke for itself.