~KAEL'S POV~
The report reached me before it reached Ryland or so I thought.
One of my contacts along the eastern border had eyes on the Silverclaw supply route, not for any hostile purpose, just the kind of informal intelligence that came with having people in multiple territories who trusted you enough to send word.
Three men. Shadowfang colours, which was the part that told me immediately something was wrong, because I hadn't authorised any movement in that direction.
Two Silverclaw packmen injured badly enough to require a healer. One of Moonveil's scouts, travelling with the supply group on Eren's business, barely made it out.
I read the account twice and then I set it down and sat with the specific quality of cold that came with recognising something you'd been hoping wouldn't happen.
The armour. The insignia. The deliberate choice of route and timing, during a supply run when guards would be distributed and focused outward rather than inward.
