Whitefish River What the night knows

None of it made much sense to her, yet Koontz listened anyway, wishing she could understand but, at the same time, happy that she didn't. It wouldn't bother her if she remained ignorant about mankind.

The subject drew to a close and though Koontz was still curious, she happily enough answered his question. "Yeah, I'm one of the leaders of Dragonwatchers. We live at the plateau," she said, having mentioned it in passing a few moments ago. "The park is a great place. It's treated us well so far. There's plenty of resources to go around. Were you thinking of finding a home here?" she questioned.

Koontz wondered if she should try to feel him out as a possible recruit. Then she thought of her ranks, swollen as they were. The pack was bursting at the seams right now. She shook her head lightly to herself. Beckett was certainly an intriguing individual but there just wasn't room, so she might as well not worry about it. Instead, she would simply enjoy a no-strings-attached conversation with this newest of her passing acquaintances.