The team headed to the church, knowing that a priest would be there, at the bare minimum. They formed a loose perimeter around the church, fanning out, looking for anyone who might see them, and found noone.
Entering the modest cathedral, Lupina surveyed the sanctuary. There were no parishioners here yet, this early in the morning. There was only an older priest visble at the altar, absorbed in prayer.
Easily, they snuck up on him, spraying him in the face as he turned around. The old man gasped and shuddered, shaking from head to toe, collapsing onto the floor.
To an outside observer, this would have seemed as though it was killing him, but the warwolves knew better. This was a standard reaction that even the healthiest of recruits fell victim to.
The team stood watch, waiting to catch anyone who might walk in on them, but noone came. Soon enough, the old man stood with a new strength in his body, and a glimmer in his eyes. "How can I help the pack?" he asked Lupina, easily identifying her as the alpha.
"Are there others here?" Lupina asked.
"Yes, there are two younger priests in the rectory behind the cathedral, as well as five nuns in the upstairs cloister," he replied.
"Bring them one by one to us. Do nothing to alert them that anything is amiss. Do you understand?" Lupina asked, keeping a firm tone of command. New recruits had a bad tendency to disobey orders in their first few days as warwolves. The easiest way to prevent this was to reassert her dominance repeatedly.
"Yes, pack leader," replied the old priest, showing no signs of resisting the order. He turned, striding quickly away, heading for the cloister.
Lupina smiled at her team, and they returned her smile. Things were falling into place for a foothold in the town.