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Loki Halestrom - Upper Caverns
Loki listens attentively and nods along. "As you wish, My Queen. Do not let it weigh on your mind too much. No point in wasting your energy when there is not yet a threat. I will assemble a small team to send amongst the pack and report immediately if there is anything suspicious. You may be responsible for all of us, but we are in your debt for giving us this sanctuary. We will do all we can to preserve it for all."
Loki bows, and makes his way back down through the caverns and outside.
Garrison Encampment
Out of the caverns and around the rocky outcrops, Loki makes his way past a few large boulders. Hidden amongst the trees and rock, lies the main Garrison. Grunts and growls of new recruits as they train, weapons clashing and clanging, low discussions amongst wolves making and mending armor, a large dirt area lies in the middle and all outskirts are lined with tents. As soon as he approaches the central pit, all wolves stop and stand at attention.
"Arnauth, Emille, and Zeuth are to report to my tent at once! All else carry on." Not even breaking his stride, Loki makes his way to the farthest and largest tent.
Inside is a large table at the center, with a map of the Glowing Isles and a variety of carved rock markers on top. A small nest of blankets and leaves lies in the corner. Several lanterns hang from the crossbeam above, with candles burning all-too frequently as of late.
Not a minute later, the three wolves he called for walked in.
Arnauth, a strong and large male Lupin already marked and scarred from battle. His coat is reminiscent of fresh-tilled soil with pale grey markings on his back and paws.
Emille, a small and unassuming Zerda with one eye scarred closed. She is of tawny shade and a bit scruffy in coat.
Zeuth, a lithe and cunning Bracchus whose tail is missing. His coat a soft and gentle green, with a few steel blue accents striping his sides.
"You called, sir." They answered in unison. Loki nodded and gestured for them to stand around the table.
"You three remember that abandoned camp we found? I have suspicions we may have Rogue spies amongst our new refugees. Now this may be assuming the worst, but a camp being that close with no discernable trace has me concerned."
The three wolves nod in understanding.
"I've called you all in to be assigned on a very secret mission. Top level clearance, you speak of none of this to absolutely no one. Do I make myself clear?"
They each lift their tails in salute.
"Good. You will each live amongst the refugees for the next week. Dress and act appropriately, use fake names. Treat none poorly, simply interact and listen. If there is a Rogue among us, I have full faith you will find them. When you do, two of you must keep an eye on them while the other alerts me immediately. I will bring a few of our soldiers in to apprehend them. We do not want to incite panic so again be as discreet as possible. Now go."
Almost in perfect synchronization, the three wolves nod and leave the tent. Loki lets out a large sigh and plops down on his nestbed.
"By all that is bright, I have a terrible feeling about the days to come."
