Be my eyes and ears

Hárekr shifted lightly on his paws but not out of discomfort but rather like a child being praised. He knew his knack for tricks and deception, his talent at getting a rise out of others, getting close to them and even manipulating them to his own ends when he saw fit, or as tended to be his style, for the sheer fun of it. There was those that might shy away at being considered touched by Loki's hand but not Hárekr. The man would settle suddenly still, ears forward, eyes glinting with eagerness as he took in more details of his task. Apart from the usual information gathering he was also hunting for deserters and, if he desired, he might deal with them, well one, as he saw fit. Now that was enticing indeed.

Háre dipped his head. "This mission pleases me greatly, Katja. I will leave tonight and be glad in serving as an extension of your senses."