After Cara was defeated, he was charged with taking care of the defeated queen. She was broken, physically, mentally, emotionally, and he tried his best to heal all of her wounds. He kept others away, though he would much rather seek out Tyrande of all people to heal his broken queen. For the moment, he guarded her, momentarily leaving to check the rest of the borders and hunt.
He came back one morning, a squirrel for himself and a pair of quails for Cara swinging in his jaws. He expected her to be sleeping, an activity she partook in often nowadays. The Beta worried that she was picking at her wounds again, delaying the healing process. She was only making it worst and more painful for her by doing such a thing. The assassin saw the white female in the distance and closed the gap between them, dropping the prey nearby her. "Good morning..."