Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

portia let out a purr-like rumble at thuringwethil's lick, returning the affection by reaching out and licking respectfully at her chin. she eyed the mobile again, her tail wagging. "really? that's fantastic-- thank you so much, heda," she said with another grateful dip of her head. she looked down at the tiny mini-me pup that waddled between her legs, dipping her head to give the little girl a lick to the top of her head. "they just opened their eyes," she shared, looking back up, "they do less waddling into walls and bodies than they used to."

"this is dalia," she then introduced, and looked to dalia again. "they don't talk yet but... hey lia... can you say hello to your heda?" she cooed to the child, hoping her voice would at least warrant a giggle or a yip of excitement-- that would be enough.