Dragoncrest Cliffs Merry ground

It was more than Wildfire would prefer but honestly less than she had expected. She had more questions but she stayed her tongue momentarily as they arrived at Portia's den. She had half-expected to be led to an offshoot of the caverns but this was a literal foxhole. Wildfire watched as Portia actually pulled out a dead body, brows lifting in mild amusement. She liked the idea of planting flowers and made a note to ask the Fisa if she could borrow some seeds to decorate her own space, just for the sake of it.

"It's a really nice spot, Portia," the Bandrona surmised after a look around. She thrust her head inside and wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell before withdrawing. "Why are foxes so stinky?" she quipped before backpedaling, settling on her haunches and firing off a callback to their previous subject: "Do the pups come out all at once or one by one?" As the words left her mouth, she felt a slight flush of embarrassment because it sounded more than a little stupid.