And then they promptly appeared, like the good little minions they were. He was beginning to take their responsiveness for granted - a trait he expected from the wolves of any good, well-functioning pack, something he had missed until coming here. Celandine's excuse for a greeting was met with a soft snort, acknowledging her comment while also dismissing it. So was she.
To business. Craw tossed his head at where Lorcan had seated himself, more out of instinct than anything; the darkness hardly made physical gestures all that useful to communicate right now. "Lorcan met a wolf called Askan out in the lowlands - who is the loner I was with when taking that caribou calf." He'd made no secret of the encounter, but it had been trivial at the time, so he had hardly placed much significance on it. "From the sounds of things, he may have allies, and he was very much alone when I met him, which means he's since met wolves who live nearby. If there is going to be another pack on the lowlands, or if they have already settled, I want to know about it." It was hardly the first time he'd sent them off for information, and they were both sharp, they didn't need it spelled out. "Once we have a bigger picture, I'll visit them myself, but the man knows me - I don't want to put their backs up too early." Perhaps they would catch the hint of darkness in his tone, the but I'll be happy too if necessary when the time comes. "Lorcan. you will show them where you went, where you found him."