Be my eyes and ears

She had been considering, and weighing, and contemplating in the long hours spent curled around her young children as they grew, and she had come to the decision that she could not leave to chance the fates of those who had left Yfir without a word. There were a few options, and she would not trust to a single one when many would increase her chances of success. She would spread the word to the other alphas, warn her own pack to keep eyes and ears open, and Warja was out there, somewhere, searching for her father but also for Kismet. But Yfir had among them a wolf of many possibilities, with a penchant for the saboteur that was wasted by simply sitting and playing good-little-pack-wolf. He had asked for a thegn position - but he was wasted on it. He was more use to her outside the bounds of pack law, as unfettered and chaotic as Ginnungagap. And she had a task for him.

Slipping from the den, leaving behind sleeping children, the alpha made her way down the steep side of the gorge to the center, casting silver eyes over the darkened cave-mouths that housed her slumbering pack, and she sent out a single low summons for Harekr.