Impossible to miss, this quiet mobilization of the Nexus' remaining strength. Loki has been watching, from a safe distance. He's helped a little, in his limited way. Sent food and furs to the shelter with his alternates, followed and observed some of the scouts, made enough ominous noise to chase a few strays back into safety. He could have done more, perhaps, but he's had his own problems to work with. That, and some submerged instinct tells him this is not his time and not his fight. This is, by and large, between the mortal residents here, and Reynard, and the shadow creatures.

He can't ignore this, though. For one thing, it promises tremendous drama. For another, he can sense that Harley is here, and one or two others he has some personal interest in or fondness for.

Riding the wind, he circles invisible over the expedition a few times, but when lights begin to appear in the distance, headed for the expedition, he settles, resting on the trailer behind the snowmobile, light as a leaf, unseen even by its driver.