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The tawny wolf approached and clamped Romulus's pale sterling muzzle between his jaws painlessly but still firmly, reminding the young Roman of how much he did not know or like about this world. It didn't matter what he liked though, because if he wanted to survive, if he wanted to be a true wolf, he would need to get used to the ways of the wild. His father had told him of his endless pride and how it had gotten him into trouble, his father knew when to submit and Rom thought he could too. Apparently not. It was at that moment when he promised himself to learn everything he could about this world and when he did so, he would be like his father, a ruler.

But until then, Romulus knew his place was with the subordinates and surprisingly enough, even to the silver prince himself, he was content with it. Perhaps it was the part of him that was his mother that acted this way, and for that, he was grateful. He remembered his mother's comfort and gentleness and silently drew peace from the memory, for he knew if he only had his father's pride and stubbornness, he was going to die quickly in the real world. He remembered those painful lessons of humiliation and for once, was glad for it; it was, after all, practice for real world. His father had taught him well on the laws of wolves, it was just Rom's teenage immatureness that made him this way but he was going to learn; he had to learn.

The tawny wolf released him but Romulus remained utterly still and silent, waiting as the black wolf approached. Respectfully, only the corner of the Roman youth's bi-colored gaze grazed the wolf's form as he came forward, noting his posture and realising, all too late, that the Alpha Male had been watching all along. Cursing himself internally for his foolishness, Romulus's tail crept between his ankles and he crouched lower, ears pressing hard against his skull and head held in respect. He made far too many mistakes in five minutes, no way in hell was he going to make more.

"Romulus," the Roman replied quietly, "Romulus Frostfur."