Dragoncrest Cliffs Diaspore

he said no, but portia wasn't content with that. the fisa studied him, flicking her tail, "mhm, just don't sit in my way next time," she said curtly, a brief nod of her head as if to seal her statement. "you are melchior's brother, aren't you?" she then asked, head cocking to the side. melchior was less in the way... though she supposed she didn't need to be so snappy, but she was a medic and if wolves were all up in her space she'd be wasting precious healing time... if there was an emergency, anyway.

"melchior likes plants," she stated simply, "what do you do?"