Hideaway Strath If the sky is pink and white

Eventually the Acolyte appears and he’s resting his molten hot eyes upon her, a smile slowly crawling onto his face. “I have a task for you, darling. It should be fun for you too.” He begins vaguely, but continues nonetheless. 

“I want you to go on a scouting mission for us if you’d be so kind to agree. Your main target being Ursus. Watch them for a few days. Find out their patterns, their mannerisms, and who protects their borders most often, and what times they usually switch out. Look for weaknesses in their defenses and if possible scout for any odd entrances to their so called impenetrable fortress.” He casually shifts his weight to his other legs. “And if you’re feeling it, have a gander at the others surrounding packs if you think you can get away with it too.” 

Then he’s lowering his head to her, his eyes full of malicious intent for their enemies and his smirk dangerous and full of hurtful promise. “Sound doable? Feel free to speak your mind.” 

Though he doesn’t want to say it, he wants to threaten her. Don’t make the same mistake Nyra did. Or even worse: Renard and Praimfaya or she’d be on his hit list too. Depending on the severity of her mistake and how genuine he believes it was just that — a mistake and not purposeful — she could end up like Nyra or Aya. He’d let her choose.