Following the conclusion of the pack meeting, Niara found herself being called upon by the king of Aurora. She’d obediently listened to Kalgalath request that certain wolves lead training to instruct the other wolves to perform particular functions- in Niara’s case, espionage. Three wolves had shown interest in learning how to become a spy, and the vixen was determined to give them the best instruction that they could possibly receive from her. There wasn’t much preparation needed for the training session Niara had in mind- able spies don’t need much to accomplish their tasks. In fact, the art of espionage typically required no props at all, except for wit and shrewdness, and she was determined to aide them with those skills.

The fae allowed her creamy pillars to guide her through the pack territory, occasionally running into other pack members. It’d been nearly a week since the meeting; in that time, the mottled brown lass had been brainstorming of ideas of how to teach the newcomers. Her thoughts often flicked back to her previous mentor, an elderly varg that she held in high-esteemed and highly admired. Though she’d been here for little time, Niara was already beginning to feel at home. Now, she would attempt to gain further trust of the king, and make more friends in the process. What’s the point of joining a pack if you’re just going to isolate yourself from it? the mottled brown femme thought to herself. In many ways, she was extremely satisfied to see that other wolves were curious in being an agent. At her old pack, those kind of thoughts would gift you a low, disrespected social status. Now, the vixen knew that she was not the type who would seem like a spy. She wasn’t particularly muscular, nor tall, and while Niara was feisty, she did not have the vicious attitude that most soldiers and warriors sometimes possessed. However, she very well knew that that would only had to her inconspicuousness, and only aide her in her attempt to harvest information for Aurora Borealis.

Finally, she’d come upon a small clearing in the middle of a thick groove of trees. Not too far, a miniature stream trickled through the forest floor. She patiently lowered her rear to the grassy area, curling her banner neatly around her pillars and pads. In one quick, meaningful move, Niara raised her maw into the air, releasing a stream of vocals calling out to the trio who’d shown interest in her session, and perhaps any more wolves who would want to attend. Hopefully, all three wolves would take to the skills easily, and Kalgalath would soon have an array of seeds to plant wherever he wished. Honey-colored orbs carefully watched the trees, nares flaring and auds flicking, searching for any sign that indicated a wolf was approaching.