The Praetor froze, unnoticably stiffened as Sveta leaned towards him, her ivory fur brushing against his own silver ones and licked his chin in submission before stepping away, although when she did so, her nose brushed his chest again. Restraining himself from staring confusedly, he expression remained indifferent and stoic, never looking behind him at his mate for fear she might be glaring at him with those eyes. "I am a good fighter, hunter and I will always patrol the borders and chase away any intruders. I am also a good caretaker although I am more of a warrior. I am also a diplomat and can act as an ambassador. I plan on working and working for the pack, making sure it is well protected and its safety ensured." He listened, trying his best to push all his emotions away, knowing it would interfere with his fairness of judging. Canting his head, he gazed at the arctic wolf with bright hash eyes as he ran her sentence through his head again, wondering whether or not to accept this female.

Taking a step backwards, his gaze drifted briefly over to Paarthurnax for a second before it moved back to Sveta again. He made sure there was enough distance between the arctic female and himself before speaking again Why should I accept you into my pack? he asked in a soft voice, tilting his head slightly, the moonlight shining down on his fur, illuminating the scars on his pelt. Eyes, bright and harsh as he gazed at Sveta, waiting for her to say something. Something in him did not trust the female but he ignored it, remembering his promise to always be fair. To be like the shining father, the protector of all laws.