Be my eyes and ears

The evening air was crisp and cool, its frigid touch pulling Hárekr's mind further into wakefulness as the Drottning greeted him. As she moved to sit Hárekr would do the same the tip of his tail twitching with curiosity and excitement as Katja mentioned that she had a task for him. His eyes glittered at the prospect. Háre would not interrupt and instead let her continue. The bi-colored man would make no protest of her evaluation. He knew very well what he was though surely he had some potential for either? Or might have if it weren't for certain events. However, he could not deny her next words. The typical pack structure did not suit him. "I am afraid I can't refute your assessment Lady Katja. I have been left to my own freedom and devices so long I have little talent in picking up the ways of pack life. Though that will not stop me from trying." He did not wish her to think he'd given up on the idea of being in a pack, far from it. He just had yet to settle into a suitable role, or make one for himself.

Hárekr would lean forward ever so slightly at her next words. A ghost? A phantom? He would grin, oh this sounded fun. "I think, my Drottning, that you are a shrewd woman and you have me well figured out. This task of yours harkens to my strengths and I look most forward to it. But tell me, is there a particular goal you wish me to achieve? Am I simply to gather any smatterings of information that may be useful or would you like me to tune my senses to something in particular?"