They sent Imbur and Douglas to greet the campers they noticed just settled on their hunting grounds. By "greet" them, they mean "spy and report".

The first thing they notice is that it's a mixed camp, there are boys and girls. Not as odd as the weird cult they seem to vow to their leader, who for his part looks like a dumb little runt.

"What a bunch of dorks!" Douglas whispers.
"Should that be our report?" Imbur replies half sarcastically.
"Yup, they're a bunch of dorks, he repeats. And that's gay."
Imbur looks on at the scene, catching more details for his own report; the scouts are singing in a very cheerful tone :
"We love the leader! the leader is love! when I'm not with him, I feel like a slob! We love the leader! the leader is love! when I'm not with him, I feel like a slob!"
"You hear that?"
"Hear what..?"
Imbur glances at Douglas, who's now staring, fascinated, almost hypnotized. What's going through his mind? maybe it's the harmony that seems to reign in that rival camp? Pretty sure his ears can pick up the words being chanted from this distance, maybe not as well as Imbur's but still... could it have some sort of spooky hypnotic effect on him?
He nudges him.
"Douglas??"
"Uh, what, oh yeah. That's gay."
"Come on, let's go..."