He kept his promise, he listened. "I did what would have been done, regardless, with as little hostility and confrontation as possible. I got her back over the border. A new pack needs no new enemies, while still in an infant stage, Shadow. We have much to do, much to explore, still so much more to learn of this land, before we begin to start hostility between our kind." Surely Adair wasn't so stupid, surely he wasn't so dumb to think that he a low rank wolf, A Tirone. A wolf that was not a Senator, that held no power could advise him when he so clearly disobeyed the laws? He couldn't even imagine there could be such a stupid wolf in this world and if Adair hadn't prove to be a valuable wolf, he would have kicked the male out of his pack the moment the words escaped his mouth.
However the mask did not vanish, the cold smirk was still there with the same icy eyes glaring down at his subordinate. "I am a Roman and I am the Praetor." he spoke softly. "Therefore this pack will follow me and my rules and laws. There will be no time for humbleness and respect for trespassers that clearly deserve no respect when they trespass. Even if they might oblige to leave, their first action already determined the type of wolf they are."
He approached the other male, tail raised dominantly over his hindquarters. He was the Praetor, the Imperator here not Adair, a simple soldier. How dare Adair even look upon him, if he did not cower now, did not tuck his tail between his legs and slouch, he would have him become a slave. "And so your first action determines who you are too." he said coldly with a slight tilt of his head.
He smirked, danger hidden behind it. "She won't thank you for being nice to her and I'm sure neither will all the next trespassers that you speak nicely to. Do you know why she won't thank you for how you didn't chase her away on first notice? That Roman is no longer a free woman, she is my slave and that decision was made final by your actions."