Command had fallen only to the Huntsman when the last of their commanders had gone too far, had turned against Caesar or at the very least the ideals of Rome too far to have been forgiven. She had been executed for her rails against the Empire, but had truly been removed from her post for her excesses in battle, the blood lust that had ruled her after too long at the Wolves' head.

Reluctant as he had been to take command, the Huntsman sought only to do his duty and assure that his fellow Wolves were taken care of. That their tasks were tailored to their abilities and their temperaments. Command had him holding back from patrolling himself, but he understood the shift of the younger man's eyes out toward the horizon well enough to recognize that he and his wolf were best allowed loose to do the task he would rather have taken himself.

"Keep both eyes open," he instructed, though his words were not spoken without care of the younger man's well-being. He did not reach out again to pat the other on the shoulder, but did give him a considered nod before he dismissed him in turning back to all else that had to be done.