So the juvenile's parents were dead, and he didn't really feel any pity for her for his own parents never really cared for himself. In fact, he felt that if his own parents died, his life would be so much better. He felt as if this Juvenile would survive better alone where she would learn the essentials of life alone and become strong. Romans were brought up to be strong and to respect only strength and not weakness and so far this juvenile was showing nothing but weakness.
But when Paar turned to look at him with those eyes, he sighed softly. He supposed it wasn't the juvenile's fault that she wasn't a Roman and that she did not posses the skills that a child of Rome would have. But if she was accepted, she needed to prove herself and complete her duties. After all she was no longer a puppy and he expected everyone that wasn't under the age of six months old to do their part in his pack. And he was being nice. Or at least nice to the pups.
He crouched down and nuzzled his partner's scruff before turning his cool platinum gaze onto the Juvenile and spoke in his trademark soft tone. "Leila, you are welcome to stay with us if you wish however you are expected to fulfil your duties in the pack as I do not tolerate slackers, even for one as young as yourself. You are no longer a puppy and while we might provide guidance for you, you must forge your own path."
He glanced over at Paar for a brief moment. "Also, I will teach you the common language here so you will be able to communicate with others fluently. But that is if you wish to be with us, minimus.