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Things had been peaceful at the Bypass, at least for now. Little did he know, though, that a cougar had infiltrated their borders, and that the boy he considered a younger brother, the son of Apollo, was the first to confront it. If he had known that, of course, he would have been there, by the yearling's side but he wasn't yet. It was unfortunate that he finished the round of border patrols this morning, faster than before, or he would've noticed the feline lurking around. But his current mission was to find his slave, Enya. She was the only wolf currently at the pack who held a special status. Soon, Shadow would appoint Optios and torturers and all that, but only after they were better established. He also needed to train a few wolves to be the elite warriors, the Praetorian Guard. Shadow didn't need body guards, but he felt that there should be some elite soldiers who's first job was protection of the pack.
Right now, he was approaching Divinum Campi, hoping to grab some food from the recently filled food caches. The Roman sniffed the air and located one of the caches, jaws clamped around two rabbits and after placing that down and pushing his nose into the food storage, he located a few berries and added that to his pile which he moved to the spot beside the lake.
Hadrian tore at the rabbit meat, chewed and swallowed in a graceful manner. Deciding not to find Enya since he was too lazy and it was a slave's job to always come when its master called, he finished the first rabbit, lifted his head into the air and howled for the white Roman female. He had hoped she was well now, well enough to start with her duties, or whe would never get out of slavery.
As she approached she slowed, approaching with caution, not sure of his emotional state. Bowing low as she came into his vision, she waited for his instructions.
She came and bowed low in front of him, at least she still knew her status here. He gazed at her with cool silver eyes for a few minutes, Have you been tending to your duties, slave girl? Or have you been slacking off in that cozy little den of yours.
With an indifferent expression on his features, he rose to his paws and made his way over to her, leaning close and whispered into her ear, You are mine, Enya, and nobody elses, and I alone can do whatever I want with you, do you understand?
he licked her neck briefly, breathing down on her before swiftly turning away and calling over his back, Get up, girl.
He strode back over to the tree and sat down again, Come here, but do not sit,
he said in a low voice, eyes glittering as the glint in his eyes grew brighter. He had a raging temper within him that was rarely ever exposed. His anger was usually expressed through sarcasm and the smirks he placed on his face, though the smirks never necessarily meant he was angry, sometimes he just loved pissing other wolves off.
Suddenly realizing he had to do something important, he dismissed his slave and went on his own way.