Dragoncrest Cliffs Sweet baby boy

portia actually hadn't meant to come across hush, who she hadn't seem in quite some time. she'd been so busy with her beloved dalia and gossiping to others about her poor, poor sirio, that she'd almost entirely forgotten about the mute-- he just wasn't that memorable to her. and perhaps it sounded bad when you put it like that, but she and hush had very few similar interests. and, beyond that, their roles in the pack hardly crossed. he hadn't come with on the wildfire expedition, she couldn't remember seeing him around the time she'd given birth... she didn't have many reasons to pay attention to him.

besides, she had her own man now, and she'd focused less on making and keeping male acquaintances. 

but today she accidentally crossed his path-- with a bundle of half-dead marigold leaves in her jaws, portia watched as hush romped around in the snow, trampling it down, before beginning to pee all over it. ears pricked-- wildly curious of what was happening-- the fisa stuck around to watch.