Barrow Fields love 'em and leave 'em

it was not often that portia left the confines of the drageda territory. not ever, at that. but since dalia's leave, which had taken a toll on the mother-- who was wrought with the fear that somehow she was not enough for her poor daughter, sometimes decided to keep tabs on her remaining children.

it hurt her damned foot to walk so far. she walked with a limp, as always, and it curled gently as she did so. those damn men. the trouble they caused. 

and as she came up upon sequoia (finally, her daughter was much more spritely than she was), portia heard the tail end of the conversation and realized that, once again, this man was causing trouble. she bared her teeth, straightening out her limp best she could and striding forwards with her tail arc over her back, snarling once. "you better leave before i sink teeth into that chatty throat of yours, god help me," she growled, stepping in-between him and sequoia, "sequoia step back, hun." her voice was softer than it was when she spoke to the pedophile before her. 

she'd given dalia and sirio the talk around know, and she supposed it was damn time she had it with her other kids. lest they end up in the clutches of men like this. 

her shoulders squared, her ears pushed forwards, august gaze hardened on him.