Deepwood Weald A calling, a shot in the dark

Midar nodded when given his orders, holding his leader's gaze only briefly before averting his eyes. There was noting left to say, and so the beast turned and took his leave, leaving Damien to tend to his pregnant mate. He would gather the wolves that had been assigned to him, inform them of the plan, and then depart the weald at midnight. He could feel the weight of the importance of his mission in every tense muscle as he made his way through the territory. Midar knew no one else was trusted enough to escort the very pregnant Nyx safely to Balckfeather Woods, and it was not a responsibility the beast would take lightly.