Swiftcurrent Creek Dovahkiin.

The Roman blinked tiredly as the call rose into the air, he did not move for a few seconds before realization swam through him and he shot out of his temporary living space and hurried over to the Creek border where Scimitar waited. His dislike for the agouti male in front of him had grown during their talk sometime ago, where the rest of the Creek wolves had gathered around him in defense or what he thought was for defense, like he was some kind of serial killer. But a mission was a mission, and its purpose was fulfilled. As long as he got what he needed, he really didn't care.

Scimitar led him into Swiftcurrent Creek territory, he knew it was an opportunity to study everything in case they had a war. A Roman was honorable, and only Greeks did this kind of sneaky stuff, but it was essential and useful so he took in everything he saw but threw them to the back of his mind. Of course, he did it subtly so the Alpha in front of him would hopefully not notice. Shadow felt a pang of guilt but pushed it away, it was necessary after all.

They arrived, the agouti Alpha lumbering over to a tree, probably to watch him in case he caused trouble. What was he going to do anyways? Murder Paar and all his pups? Idiot. But Shadow was nervous, the proud ruthless boy was nervous. Wouldn't any new father be nervous? So he paused, watched and did not move as Bazi moved towards the entrance. Gathering his courage and pulling himself together, the silver Praetor walked towards the doorway, standing just beside the white female northerner.