Though she hadn't been alone when she lived in Sawtooth -- formerly known as Ludicael -- she was unused to being bothered. Saga was quiet girl, who seemed to prefer to keep to herself rather than interact with others. It took a long moment for her to realize that Alamea was speaking to her. She'd heard her approach and her caught a whiff of her scent before her arrival but she hadn't expected it her to truly mean to talk to her. The silence was heavy in the air as she turned to gaze at the woman. Though she was small, she had an unmistakable air of confidence about her, and Saga could only deduce that she was one of the pack's rulers, and likely Eirik's mother, given what little she knew.
Pale green gaze would fixate on Alamea as she studied her features, noting the small smile. Slowly she would mirror her expression, though Saga's smile seemed considerably more forced. "Hello," she echoed, pausing mid-step to stop and stare. She felt very much like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, though she had nothing to be ashamed of. All she'd been doing was wandering. "I'm Saga. Saga Destruction."
