Loksim shifted and coiled as he waited for the orange hue of the sun to fade away. He could feel it. Something was coming. He grabbed a twig and began etching into the murky clay. A flutter of wings and a low grumble came through the makeshift bramble he called home.
"Lok, you're needed on the west side tonight, Sarri was injured last watch."
Loksim slithered outside between the two horizontal logs forming a makeshift wall holding up debri that seemed to manifest as a thatch like roof. He scanned the silvery white Wildclaw before him and shook his head.
"Sarri is still so reckless" he thought to himself. "I'll take over, her watch Alastair, But it won't be uneventful, The moon murmurs and the swamp is stirring. "

Alastair gave his friend a quizzical look and gazed upon the pale crescent.
Loksim sauntered over to Alastair and gave a small head tilt.
"What does the moon tell you Silver wolf?"

The Wildclaw bristled, as he looked at the icy gaze of his lieutenant.
"The moon whispered of teeth and talon. Tonight we will not be parched. I'll gather Pitaya and Double, You must scout ahead, send the fireflies to me when you've found our quarry."
In a silent second and flash of silver, Alastair was gone.

Loksim spiraled his way through the silt, and subdued swamp.
He didn't go too far before he scrambled up a tree and went stiff. He could see figures following the brook.
He tucked his wings in an alternating pattern, attempting to disguise himself as a tree limb.
He could see that there was a small pack of Mirrors led by a particularly large Bogsneak tracing the edge of the stream and heading towards him, but seemingly unaware of his presence.
Loksim slowly reached for his firefly lure and wrapped his talons around it, he then dexterously opened the small satchel and scooped a talons worth of paste. He then brought the paste up to his snout and licked it, before depositing the now active paste on the trunk of the tree.
Soon after the small party below him passed him, the fireflies arrived at the smudge he left.
He whispered to the fireflies and they dispersed into the night sky, camouflaging as stars.

Loksim silently slithered off of the tree and towards the twiggy edge of the brook.
Keeping his distance he followed the intruders, as he waited for the rest of his group to arrive.