Dragoncrest Cliffs bad day, bad century

Out of the corner of his eye, Romulus caught the charcoal tank's disapproving look which caused the barest hint of a smirk to flit across his features. He cared not for the other wolf's approval; Rom might have sworn allegiance to Sebastian but he would still have to earn his respect and besides, even if he respected him, he still wouldn't care for anyone's approval or permission. To the Roman, he was his own man, he belonged to no one but himself and while he was loyal to his pack, he was perhaps, more loyal to himself and his loved ones. The only approval he needed was from his father and himself, no one else.

The smirk grew wider when he noticed the stranger's flinch but it quickly vanished. He was amused, but he found no need to rub salt in the wound when the wound was already wide open and raw, bleeding profusely. No. Romulus might tease others to the brink of crying or maybe sometimes, over the brink of crying but he found no need to earn himself an enemy, no matter how weak they might be. Friends, allies even acquaintances were better than an enemy and even if he might deem a wolf weak or useless, or Romulus simply didn't like them, he would still tolerate them and pretend to like them for the sake of surviving and making life a lot easier.

As the yearling talked, Romulus noticed the other wolf cocking his head in curiousity, losing some of his initial nervousness and adopting a look of almost childlike wonder. His wide, devilish yet friendly grin grew wider as he nudged the other wolf in an amiable manner. By now, Aduin should probably now the Roman was not someone he should mess with, even though he had only turned a year old. If he didn't, soon he would learn but as long as he did not provoke Rom, the nervous male would be safe from his wrath and sharp tongue and was on his neutral/good side. He smiled gently back in response to Aduin's small smile.

Then Sebastian moved off and Aduin followed closely until he was only a little behind. Romulus didn't like following, his fierce independence getting in the way but he moved forward behind them in a generally casual and relaxed manner. Head high, shoulders square and tail held in a neutral manner. Silver ears swiveled forward and he cocked his head in an inquisitive manner when Aduin looked back at him and nodded, as if thanking him. He tilted his head, confused for a moment before understanding and flashing the nervous male one of his charmingly dastardly handsome smiles.

Then the male spoke, and Romulus heard him. Aduin asked if 'he' could train him but Rom didn't know whether he was addressing Sebastian or himself so he remained silent. He found it weird that a wolf of his age needed to learn how to fight, but he did not comment. Some wolves were naturally weaker than others; it was their personality. Rom was lucky; he had the genes of heroes and warriors, it was natural for him to be aggressive and fight for his place in the pack. Some were bred to be omegas, but that didn't mean they shouldn't know how to defend himself.

If Aduin wanted Rom to train him, the Roman would help, perhaps because he liked the dark furred wolf, but mostly because he felt that nature and the gods would want him to, to even the odds out a bit, if not much.