Whitefish River What the night knows

Beckett's proposition suddenly reminded Koontz of Key and she started. She hadn't though of the reticent she-wolf since their meeting in the springs some weeks ago now. She had passed the information along to Ariston and let him handle it. Had he gotten in touch with her? Koontz realized she had never followed up on the matter. Feelings of guilt and failure washed through her.

He'd made another joke, yet Koontz could only muster a distracted smile. "I'll keep you in mind," she said, "though I do like to retain my resources for those who are able to make a more permanent committment," she added honestly. "In any case, the pack's full to the brim at the moment." Despite feeling a little terrible about Key, she managed a modest smile and a wave of her tail, proud to be able to say that about Dragonwatchers.

"Speaking of which, I should probably be heading home," Koontz said a beat later. "I wish you the best of luck in your... endeavor. If you do decide to stay in the park, you should stop by the plateau sometime. I would be happy to fill you in a bit more," she finished, then paused politely, in case there was anything more Beckett wanted to say before they parted ways.