Through the eyes of a crow she watched the mountain pass, hoping for some easy hunting. Or some less than easy hunting. Something for the Red Howlers to do.
In a thick murder, the bird she was using to watch the pass wheeled low, cawing, and she caught a glimmer of magic out of the corner of his eye. Hmmm... "Southwest down the pass," she murmured to the wolf at her shoulder.
Aeris huffed. "Target?"
She shook her head, blinking as she shut off her Sight. Back to the darkness. "Stranger, traveling alone. A healer, I think, from what I could make out. Could be useful."
Her foster brother huffed again and she felt his paw on her shoulder. "We don't need a healer, we've got you."
Shyla rolled her eyes. "You have a half-decent field medic. It's not the same thing. C'mon." Before he could react, she sprang to her feet and took off down the side of the mountain.
Aeris growled and barked, "Fall in!" and some half dozen lycanthropes were suddenly running behind her. Stones clattered beneath her feet as Shyla circled around to the stranger, pulling up short in front of him. She may not be able to see, but her memory of the layout of the land was next to perfect.
Two blades drawn and crossed in a defensive stance, she barked to the wolves behind her, "Hold, all of you!" No need to scare the man. Milky eyes fixed on the stranger and she quirked an eyebrow. "Now. Who exactly are you?"