Lorcan listened carefully as @Craw efficiently informed the pack members he had summoned about the situation, russet ears twitching in the dark at the gruff sound of his superiors voice. The young male's questions as to how his alpha was already seemingly familiar with the supposed loner @Askan: they had hunted together. Lorcan's brows raised at the idea, bemused by the thought of Craw putting up with the dark-haired brute's attitude long enough to actually work alongside him, let alone share a meal with. 

Blinking back to reality, Lorcan continued to listen to his alpha's instructions. Craw's eagerness to find out about whatever it was the the loner was involved in seemed sensible to Lorcan and so too did the idea of sending out wolves he would not recognise. When Craw instructed that Lorcan show the others where he had encountered the male of interest, the subordinate nodded and chuffed in understanding. He was about to turn to leave towards the lowlands, but in a moment of hesitation he paused and turnt back to face Craw. "I can lead them to where I met him, Sir." He confirmed confidently, before lowering his gaze and licking his lips with uncertainty. "..Should I return once they are safely on his trail?" He asked, head tilting curiously to one side.

The shadow listened patiently as Craw explained the situation to the two scout-to-be’s. His nose twitched anxiously as he glanced over at the newcomer, Lorcan. He did not like the idea of following a wolf he did not know, but if Craw thought it was a good idea Greer would have to bite the bullet. He could not deny that he was also curious about another pack staking claim to the north. Did they not realize that they were stepping dangerously close to Whitestone territory? With his brows knitted together he glanced over at his pale packmate to see her response to the spider’s mission. The pair worked well together, surprisingly, and for that he was thankful. They had a mutual respect toward each other — which meant that few words were exchanged between the two of them when they were out scouting. Much to Greer’s relief.

He nodded softly in response, to show that he understood what Craw was asking of them. Again he did not offer his invoice. Instead, he waited for instruction. 

When Craw explained the task to everyone present, Lorcan glanced over to Greer to catch him silently nodding his head. The subordinate’s brows furrowed; did the dark-haired male ever speak? Lorcan was yet to hear a word from him, but then again, maybe he was just shy. Lorcan’s golden eyes then briefly flickered back over to the paler figure of Celandine, the female who had paid him no form of greeting earlier – just to see if she too agreed to the plan, before turning his full attention back to Craw was wag of his tail.

When Craw turned to him to answer his question, Lorcan felt a cool shiver of relief wash over him, though he daren’t move and make his feelings known. The thought of confronting a man, or even potentially another pack, made him nervous. He might have managed a to make a good job of things now, with reporting the snippets of information back to Craw now, but he was adamant that he would be no good at whatever it was Greer and Celandine were planning to do. However, leading them out into the lowlands was a much less scary task, and as long as he kept out of the way as Craw had instructed, no harm would come to him. ”Okay, Sir. I understand.” He agreed, before finally turning away and moving towards the path that lead down to the lowlands, turning back every now and then to check that the other two were following behind him.