Hoshor Plains mal de ojo

Flicker tipped an ear, making sure someone wasn't creeping around too.
"They took the woods unrightfully from them," she spoke as if she wasn't one of them. Hoped that it seemed that way. 
Her having a pack was good, too. Gave her reward leverage. She listened on. Thinking.

"I will owe you a favour in exchange for details of the task you were set and from whom." Sounded fair, hm. Though to Flicker, it was invaluable. If it was a pack member, it would be useful for Damien to know. If it was herself, then she'd better keep herself out of trouble.
"I want to know if they're thinking of setting wat against the Melonii. I want to know their numbers and who's the strongest. If you're good, you might even find out how many whelps they've had this year."
Give her something to strive for. Suggest she might not be good but give a task in reach. Something to give drive to her. Flicker had no doubt she'd be good if she already had ties. 
She watched for a reaction then waited to be told of this job she was given.