4
Ruarc
The report came at the second watch, when the night had settled into its deepest register and the fortress was as quiet as a fortress inhabited by forty wolves ever became.
Fionnán was the youngest of the perimeter-scouts — twenty-three, with four years on the western wall route and the particular combination of new enough to be careful and experienced enough to know what careful was for. He appeared at Ruarc's study door in the unhurried way of someone who had been trained to deliver alarming news without the delivery itself making things worse, and he waited until Ruarc looked up from the supply inventory he'd been working through since the hall fell quiet.
"Something at the Coill Dorcha boundary," Fionnán said. "South-western edge. I tracked it for the better part of an hour
