Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

Koontz tilted her head when she noticed Key's ears flatten. Then her gray eyes fell, almost sadly. Black lips parted as if to ask a question, though the former Nebulosa didn't know what she intended to say. She waited for the agouti wolf to speak instead, her pale eyes widening slightly at the unexpected news of Key's familiarity with Flightless Falcons.

"Oh, really?" Koontz wondered if there was any possibility that there was more than one pack by that name somewhere out there. Key eradicated any doubt by mentioning its location by the seaside. She laughed lightly, almost as if in disbelief. "They're one and the same then. When were you there? Did you stay?" Key didn't look that old, though she could have easily come and gone before Koontz's birth just over a year ago.

She hadn't overlooked the fact that Key had shaken her head no when asked if she lived nearby. Koontz wondered what that might mean and decided she would question her about it after they mutually reminisced about the Flightless Falcons. In the meantime, she waved her tail encouragingly when Key moved closer, her demeanor still neutral but inviting.