King Elk Forest a bad moon risin'

Right, right. A mission. He need not wrack his brain for long, because when he finally opened his mouth to speak he sucked in a deep breath, and noticed a scent on the air that made the fur along the back of his neck stand on-end. It was a scent he hadn't found in the wilds before; certainly at Red Rock, but not here - it was cat. The wild cats of the canyon were fierce things and Ambrose worried, in that speedy sort of way any adult would fret over a child, if maybe this forest wasn't as safe as he thought. If there was a cat here then they were in danger - he'd have to get the girl to move, and quickly, but without causing alarm.

Affecting his voice so that he could sound imperious and confident, he stood tall and theatrically commanded, Your mission, should you choose to accept it — there is a mole at HQ, which means we must investigate! I will escort you back to the plateau but once you are there, you are to hunt down and find the sneak who has been spying on our people. It was a game, but would hopefully drive her back to the plateau. He'd take her there himself, or as far as she was willing to go.

The man cleared his throat and added, Bonus points if you can find the origin of the spy. Perhaps it is a rival pack - but we know next to nothing, Agent. It is up to you to keep us safe.