Pallas had hung back from the show and tell event, quiet as he hovered around the back of the group. He knew what he could do- and what he could do was not for them. He was a scout. He would record- He shut his eyes as he paced behind them, trying to flush those thoughts from his brain. As much as he abhorred magic, he feared it, too, afraid someone would randomly decide to try and pick through his mind randomly as they walked.

Hopefully, he didn't look suspicious. There were others here, others that destroyed his home and could potentially recognize him. There was that ring, though- they were there, and they were trusted, it seemed.

So, maybe nobody would try to pick him apart.

As he trailed behind them, he ran through different ideas in his thoughts. How could he sabotage them? Create weak-points that were supposedly secrets for the group, only to report them to Mother? Make faulty structures that would spring on them? Muted excitement ran through his pelt as he trudged out into the snow, staring into the dark wastes before turning back to the group.

Already, everyone had gone to work. Traps would be laid out- okay. Open air for fliers to go through? Ooh. Now, that could be exploited. Surely not all of Mother's family were so ground-locked, right? And trenches, he peered into the fissure Pride had made, curious to see its depth and store it away in his memory.

He'd have to take in all of this, just to remember what they all could use.

After taking in his fill, Pallas paced more inwards, behind the wall and looking over behind the scenes of the operation. Two of the gembound had already found themselves trapped in their own ice (so much for magic, huh?) and leaving the supposed wall simply not built. "Why don't you try not using magic?" His tone was level for the most part, but underlaid it was the hints of a vocal sneer. "Ice'll just melt with fire, anyways. At least something like wood will burn and won't fall down right away."

And, with wood, he could figure out a few ideas for a few weak points. Thin wood, maybe, a load-bearing piece that would set the whole thing tumbling down- ooh, he could just taste the disappointment that'd come from all of the assaulters now.

But, here he was, standing around and just being a bit of a dick. He needed to do work. "How about I make some places for medics to hide and recoup?" Translation: places for the essential people to get cornered and converted. He'd like to get it to lock from the inside, just so the little 'medics' could trap themselves while Mother waits patiently outside, but he couldn't be sure if that would have others suggest get-away routes.

He huffed. Without waiting for an answer, Pallas made for a place where the wall would go and converge with the tunnel mouth, divvying out a planned area in the snow. "If you want to make a wall of ice or rock or wood or whatever, this will be big enough for larger people to get treated. Use the existing wall- and whatever wall you're gonna put up- and maybe a bit of a roof. So, you know, they don't drop down on it from above." Or, so people don't escape out top.

Unfortunately, for everyone else, he was both too small and too adverse to magic to help with anything else. So, he sat in this little place he made for himself, watching quietly.

At least, he had, until Arwen had made their appearance. Pallas stretched forward, his ears perked in interest as she spat- gross- into the containers. Counter-plague? Right, that's what they were talking about. Even if he hated the idea of putting some vaccine in him, it would be for the best if there were no other harming features of it. "I'll take one," Pallas announced as he slinked forward, reaching for Arwen's offered container. Holding his chosen bit back with one paw, he looked down at the gusher, then back at Arwen, thinking.

"I think I have some other people I could convince to come and help, since it's looking pretty good so far. You mind if I take a few extra for them?" He hoped he could carry the bits while he looked for Mother, anyways. It's not like he could just steal them outright. Could he? Looking to the display that Arwen had given out, he mentally shook his head, definitely clearing that thought from his head.