Blacktail Deer Plateau lyrebird

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Something about the autumn air invigorated Koontz. After drawing in a breath of it—so crisp, cool and fragrant—she broke into a gallop around the pack's borders. She passed Ray as she went and barked at him, though she didn't stop until she finished a full circuit. She wound up at the southern head of the plateau overlooking the hot springs down below and the mountain across the way.

Which is claimed, evidently, she thought to herself even as a chilly breeze swept over the plateau, carrying with it the scents of the new pack across the way. Koontz knew it wasn't the only one that had sprung up recently; she had heard of one or two others as well. The young Alpha female wasn't concerned about territories or resources, as the park had plenty to offer. However, she did wonder if she should approach the new packs and establish a relationship of some sort. She recollected the various alliances in the Seahawk Valley and decided it would be in the Dragonwatchers' best interests to initiate neutral, friendly contact with the valley's other residents.

Even as she considered whether she should make these contacts herself or send ahead one of her Windwalkers, an unfamiliar voice rose into a howl that split the bracing fall air. Koontz's ears pricked immediately. Having sunk to her haunches a moment before, she now sprang back onto her feet, still full of energy and vigor. Smilingly, she pranced down the plateau's face toward the low borders. En route, her head lifted and her tail arched as her pale eyes combed the outlands.

She spotted him—a strange male—and moved toward him with a self-possessed smile on her grayscale face. "Hello there," she said amenably, her tail twitching. The Redleaf-DiSarinno came to a stop a few feet from him, standing with relaxed poise. "I'm Koontz and this is Dragonwatchers. Do you have business here?"