Saga’s eyes followed Koontz’s movements as she moved to the same side of the den as he did, though she claimed the spot nearest the ‘door’ as hers. A soft noise, contemplative, slipped from betwixt Saga’s lips as Koontz’s words of putting herself between the world and her pack touched his ears, which twitched forward to show that he was being attentive. “I think that could go either way, Koontz. A pack can also stand against the world for their Alpha.” He said, offering her a sheepish sort of shrug afterwards. While Saga could not entirely speak for anyone else, he knew that if Koontz was truly the Alpha that Saga saw and felt she was, that he would willingly stand between her and anything that threatened her. That door could swing both ways, he thought.
“Not at all,” Came Saga’s swift reply to her inquiry regarding ‘twenty questions’. “My greatest strength, physically, I am a capable fighter, my father taught me well. I don’t know how to say this and sound modest but…I like that I’m compassionate. It’s not a trait that I share with my father, or even my nanny,” Saga let out a soft snort, shaking his head in the dark of the communal den. Indeed, Saga probably took after his grandfather: Symphony, or his Grandmother: Ever; or maybe a Phase relative he’d never met; or maybe even his unknown mother. All he did know was that he wasn’t much like Nocturne at all (besides regarding combat skills) and Saga had always felt that had been a major disappointment to Nocturne. “My social skills, for both. With only my father and nanny, who hated me for some reason, as company most days didn’t give me a lot of social interaction.” Saga admitted with a sweeping shrug of his broad shoulders. So, he wasn’t well known for his extroverted thinking skills. Everyone had something they were awkward, or downright horrible at, and the Phase was no exception.