Storm of Swords

He reminded her of his connection to Seahawk Valley, to which she nodded, remembering this bit of information from their initial encounter. The Phase name sounded vaguely familiar, though Koontz didn't think she'd ever met any of them. Saga's story was quite different from her own; while she had grown up within the ranks of a long-established pack ruled by her parents, he had moved from place to place with only his father and a sitter as permanent company. He didn't seem worse for wear due to his nomadic upbringing and Koontz figured he might bring some special skills to the table.

"Do you think you'll be able to stay in one place for long?" she wondered innocently, though it was a valid question, coming from his new Alpha. She didn't want Saga to grow bored of Dragonwatchers and leave on a whim, especially if he was unused to the rigors of pack life. "Perhaps you'd be happiest as a Windwalker, free to roam the park as you please. After you get back from your mission, you'll be particularly qualified," she noted, the same breeze ruffling her grayscale nape.

"Want to take a look inside? You can pick which corner you'd like and maybe I'll pick another, for whenever I'm ready to start using it," Koontz quipped, tossing him a quick smile and then crouching down to enter the underground den.