Sleeping Dragon there should be stars for great wars like ours

Even though the Heda offers, Portia doesn't feel safe going inside the den. She's still a new member and holds no real authority-- it somehow feels risky. She shakes her head, "I'll stand back, you can go-- you've been here longer, Hun," she says, glancing to the man beside her. "If anything, I'd suggest Chamomile. We used to give it to the poor pups who screamed nonstop at my old home," she offers to both wolves. She figured it was somewhere to start-- perhaps he'd know more about what was going on. She'd never actually heard of the crying being connected to a disease-- just knew that the chamomile helped.