Blacktail Deer Plateau lyrebird

Koontz was a rather inexperienced creature in some ways, yet that wasn't to say she was naïve. She thought she understood what Xerxes meant, yet she made no reply, as the implication made her feel rather uncertain. Besides, she didn't know what to say to that. She was fully-grown, though still young, and she had yet to reach sexual maturity in more than just the physical sense of the word.

In any case, Xerxes continued. He'd made it clear that he would like to hear about Dragonwatchers and now he inquired about the park overall. When he mentioned the Seahawk Valley, Koontz's head tilted but she did not immediately comment. By now, she was used to wolves from her birthplace finding their way here and it no longer surprised her very much.

"I'm not sure of the exact number but there's evidence of at least a few others," she said. "I'm working on finding out," she added competently, flashing him a smile. "I'm pretty sure we were one of the very first to formally settle in the area. It is a lovely park and there's plenty of room. As for what Dragonwatchers in particular has to offer..." She began to turn on her wiry gray legs. "Allow me to show you?"

Her hindquarters were now angled toward him and, for a beat, Koontz didn't think anything of it. Then she grew very conscious of this fact. She froze, deliberating. Part of her, the young and innocent half, wanted to position herself more modestly. Another part of her, the grown woman, sort of enjoyed this unintentional flirtation. This latter part sort of surprised Koontz. She hadn't know there was a side of her that could feel this way. A small grin wound onto her muzzle and she did not swing away as was her first instinct, yet nor did she sway her hips, as her suddenly virile instincts suggested. She simply stood, waiting for Xerxes to fall into step behind her.