Batu was on patrol. He was moving back and forth on board of the pride. He would like to be able to say that he was watching the borders but in truth he was really just pacing back and forth while his mind was running at top speed. Batu so far felt like a failure. He had come to the pride a month or two ago with the intention of helping an internal rebellion. But he had been here for awhile now and the only thing he had done was speak to one of the seers in the pride who sought him out, she had spoken to Meshach and knew what Batu was there to do.
Letting out a sigh Batu turned and headed back the way he had come. He was glad that he wasn't talking to Meshach regularly because at the moment the black and white lion was beside himself with how little he had done. It wasn't an easy job knowing who to speak to and who not to. He lifted his eyes to scan the horizon, the night had been very quiet. Batu wasn't sure if he was thankful for it or not had there been a little more going on he might not have had so much time to think.
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