Dragoncrest Cliffs catch a tiger by the toe

portia herself was displaying a few early pregnancy symptoms, thank heavens. lately she'd worried that perhaps it was her that was the problem. sirio's disappearance and dalia's inactivity in the pack was worrisome. perhaps it was her genes that had screwed up her children so badly. perhaps they needed to be raised how she was raised, with an iron fist and a condescending tone. perhaps she needed to burn their self-confidence to the ground before they could build it back up for themselves and truly make a name for themselves.

because, truthfully, portia had turned out more than fine, hadn't she? 

but this, this was a second chance. portia would do more than enough to keep her children happy and healthy and acting like poster-children for drageda. she would, she'd do it, just you wait and see.

but as she was walking, out gathering fresh moss, she heard wildfire and etoille in the distance, and the unmistakable sound of puppy yip-yaps... and she just couldn't resist. the speckled fisa made her way to her friend and packmate, voicing a bright bark a little ways off to alert them of her presence, her limp still incredibly noticeable as she worked hard to put no pressure onto it. "and who's this?" portia purred as she approached, viewing the little black fluff ball fondly, "i thought i'd stop by for a quick checkup."