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The silver Praetor stood on top of a hill near the main entrance of the Bypass, or what he deemed the main entrance. Platinum eyes scanned over his lands as he thought. He needed to know whether Swiftcurrent Creek knew of their whereabouts. Whether they planned on attacking or provoking them like Fox did to the Sunspire. A strange kind of bloodthirsty excitement stirred inside him at the thought of fighting the wolves of the Creek but he banished the feeling away instead concentrated on what he knew he needed. Spies.
He would go himself if he didn't have responsibilities and duties here in the Bypass. Being the Praetor meant he had to make sure everything was organized, that everything was good and that there were no conflicts between packmates. He had to stay here to inspire his wolves, to guide them and to lead them. But he needed the job done and for that he needed someone from the Bypass to do it for him.
Who could he spare? Definitely not Paarthurnax, what if Bazi or Scimitar found her and kidnapped her and stole her away from him? He would have to march over there and get her back and on that path he would kill anyone who stood in his way. To avoid too much bloodshed, he wouldn't send her. Who else could he send? Not the slave Enya for fear she might escape on the way. He did not trust her.
Finally he settled on a decision and lifted his head to howl to two of his subordinates, one the probatio and one he trusted.