Hoshor Plains mal de ojo

Ah. Well, Flicker was known, at least in her land, for being very sneaky and rather abrupt. 
"Apologies." So, she was scared. And cautious, by the way of stranger had been bestowed on herself.
No worries, she'd just have to be upbeat and show she wanted not much.
Not much at all.

"Name's Quen." The lie rolled off her tongue seamlessly. Better to have a fake name, should she ever be caught. It might just save her life. She didn't move closer lest some of her scent rubbed off on the other. She needed to be a clean and unmarred slate for the job. Any suspicion that she was sent by a Melonii member would be bad. Very, very bad.
"I need someone to me my eyes and ears over there," she didn't bother loitering around now. She tipped her muzzle in the direction of Blackfeather. "Think you'd be up for it?"