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The redstone wolf kept close to Germanicus. He trotted along easily as the Imperator followed their target with a sharp nose and sharper eyes. Arsenio sniffed at the remnants of the doe as they found her bedding place. There was interest in the blue of his gaze. Hunger pulled at his stomach, spurring his instincts to follow the path that had been left for them.

Germanicus was skilled with his tracking. The Greek watched the back of the Imperator with interest.

As the grey-muzzled man increased their speed, Arsenio followed dutifully. He stepped only a few paces away from the other man. Their small hunting excursion would prove fruitful, the Greek did not doubt. The warmth of the doe’s bedding had been sign enough. She would be found, and they would bring her down with their fangs.

Arsenio hastened. A hunter’s prowl found his figure.