It was not entirely unexpected per say that he had found Koontz, or more accurately, she had found him -- not that he assumed she was looking for him, it was her pack and she was bound to be out and about more than most members -- but he hadn’t, likewise, expected to see her so soon after his acceptance. Then again, Saga could not claim that he was a know all when it came to the “standards” for packs because, firstly, most of them were different, and secondly, Saga had not really been in too many packs, and the few he’d been apart of Nocturne hadn’t stayed long enough to allow Saga the chance to observe and absorb. The idea of residing within a pack -- essentially a small family -- remained daunting to Saga, but the social conventions of his species left him wanting for it. Surely, it could not be that difficult, after all, wolves were known for being extremely social creatures.
Surprise colored Saga’s expression as he glimpsed at Koontz, regarding her for a few seconds as he submitted to her, and then promptly diverted his eyes because it was what was expected of him. Or at least, all the other Alphas did not like his staring from his brief experiences with them. Thusly, he applied it here, as well. “Hello, ma’am,” Internally, Saga grasped at straws as he tried to decide what to call her. Was Koontz too informal? Was ‘my Queen’ too formal? Was ‘ma’am’ too old, and ‘miss’ too young? He settled for “ma’am” because it seemed like the best one to use given his uncertainty. “Yes, I’m just,” Saga’s fiery, liquid gold eyes rose stared at her monochrome colored paws. “Enjoying the panoramic view the plateau offers, taking a little break from learning the layout of our borders.” He looked up, at the view he’d been taking in earlier, letting the landscape distract him, until Koontz spoke to him once more, that was. Her question took him momentarily off guard, he broke his nervous convention and looked at her in surprise, once more. “Me? I mean…of course. I will help out in any way that I can,” He had fighting skills as Nocturne was an accomplished fighter himself (having crippled Symphony once upon a time) and had passed on his knowledge, but there was much more to being a guardian (or it’s equivalent) than just physical fighting; and at the current point Saga was glad just to help out.
“What do you need me to do?” He inquired softly, ears thrusting forth on his skull to catch her words, and show that he was paying rapt attention to her.