Dragoncrest Cliffs Petalite

portia let the young girl snuggle close, pressing against her almost protectively-- she didn't need children to have maternal instinct. she didn't believe much in witchcraft-- it was interesting stuff, but it never proved to be extremely true, everything seemed like it was a coincidence. she believed in a God though, and miracles, and the weird ways of nature. so if kendra believed her mother was a witch, well, she'd go with it.

"i am a healer," portia replied in a purr, her tail wagging, "though i use herbs and plants... it is nice to see a fellow skayona among the ranks, though others will refer to me as the pack's fisa." without a true healer among the pack, portia had taken up the role. she didn't mind it, she was quite good at it and enjoyed it-- though it would always be botany that held her captive.