Dragoncrest Cliffs Rhondonite

portia shook her head. "i'm not sure, hun," she replied softly, hesitating as she dug through her memories. "last i heard he was at the neighboring pack-- but they've long gone. we haven't had any trouble from him since," she told him, which was true. portia had no idea what had become of the strange boy, her strange son. she hoped nothing had happened to him, but all the same she was glad that he was out of their fur.

he caused more problems than he solved, unfortunately, and was most certainly a danger to the pack. 


the freckled fisa tried to lighten up the conversation. "but you weren't much harder to raise-- we had dalia helping, and wildfire having a litter at the same time was always helpful," she told him.