It was a habit for the silver Praetor to rise early in the mornings, a habit he did not bother to get rid off. It was useful in some ways yet annoying in the others but for now, the useful part prevailed and no matter how annoying it could be, he wasn't even going to try to remove that habit. He traveled towards the lake edge, a popular spot nowadays since it provided ducks, fish and a clean and fresh source of water.

Now normally he would be surprised if anyone was awake at this time but since it was a Roman...the Praetor stepped forward silently and sat down beside his subordinate, eyeing him curiously. "Tiberius," he spoke with a slight tilt of his head. "Do you like Noctisardor Bypass?" It was a nice place but Romans might prefer places with sturdy rocky grounds, besides he wanted to know his subordinate's opinion about the Bypass. Personally, he thought he chose a rather good place.

The sterling outrider smiled, cool silver gaze sought out the other's bright mint green ones. "Beautiful isn't it. Are you watching the sunrise?" he asked curiously wondering what was going through the other male's mind. If he'd known that it was about his name not sounding Roman he would've laughed. Shadow was actually a nickname that his packmates called him because he was as silent as a shadow as he moved around. In fact all the wolves of his natal pack had nicknames that were used more often. His real name was Nox which meant darkness.

He used to watch the sunrise back in Swiftcurrent Creek, it was beautiful and often got him to concentrate and made him forget all of his troubles. It was usually the sunrise that he watched though, not the sunset but here in the Bypass, he watched the sunset more often for in his eyes, it was prettier than the sunrises.

"Yes, although I prefer the sunset, in my opinion, the setting sun is always prettier. When Apollo and Diana's realm meets." he smiled at that, it seemed the yearling was already as wise as an elder. "But the sunrise is also pretty, we know then that the gods are always watching out for us." He laughed. "True, for they will always make sure that we have the light that we need to continue forward."

"Do you have a patron god? Mine is Mars, the god of war." He wasn't surprised that Tiberius's patron god was Mars. Stocky, a roman soldier, it was obvious that he had chosen the god of war. Mars was a popular choice for a patron god to Roman soldiers but he had never actually had a patron one.

"Not really, I respect each and one of them equally." he said quietly."

"I was thinking that if you had a patron it would either be Jupiter or Mars." He smiled at the agouti yearling. "I did consider Jupiter but decided against it for I respect all the gods equally, including Pluto because the dead would be in chaos without him. and his bloodline was descended from the god of the dead, or at least he had started it for he was also a descendent of the king of the gods, Jupiter.

"Did you always want to be the leader, the Praetor or did you just happen to realize that if you didn't do anything else, your life would fade away into the Fields when you die?" He thought for a brief moment before canting his head in a birdlike manner and replied "Both, I never wanted to be a leader in my childhood but when I moved on I realized that I was a better leader than most and I knew that if I didn't do anything especially good to gain the favor of the gods, I would end up in the Fields. After all everyone wants to go to Elysium when they die don't they?"

Truthfully he wasn't afraid to die because he knew he would go to Elysium, the Fields weren't too bad but they were faded fields. Elysium was preferable, feasting with all the heroes before him and the gods. They talked for a bit longer before he had to attend to his duties and Tiberius went to fill the caches.