A young woman in black armor wanders the forest, various insects trailing along near and above her as she walks through thee woods. One might note that tiny gnats seem to be rushing ahead of her if they had inhuman awareness. Eventually, they'd come to the clearing where these soldiers have gathered. Skitter listening in on them with a sigh and a frown under her mask.
"Not one mighty enough to stop... Wonderful sounds like a takeover or a cult of some kind, I can't imagine these guys are up to anything good but well best to stay in the shadows till I'm more sure of what's going on."
She'd hang back, being a good quarter mile back from the clearing even as she listens through her bugs. To be exact, she'd have one gnat land on the beast riding man's back, and about 10 more flitting about through the camp and trying to hear what the rest have to say. Along with looking out for anything that seems to be out of place.
"Now begins the fun part, trying to figure out what's happening by taking bits of info overheard from bugs... Sometimes I hate this job."