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When the male did not answer, or submit, the young Praetor trotted forward silently until he was close enough to the other and he looked him straight in the eye. Platinum eyes blazing with icy fire as he spoke in a dangerously soft voice. "I asked you if you understand. And when I ask you something, you will answer. I will ask again, do you understand?" he said slowly as if Adair was a pup and didn't know what he was talking about. He wondered whether or not Adair even knew how to fight, if he didn't then he wasn't going to find himself a place here in the Bypass.
"Also, show some respect, I'm the Praetor here not you." he growled, there was a limit too things and Adair had crossed his. Like who in the name of Jupiter did he think he was, the king? He was most certainly not a king, let alone a fighter, just a pathetic wolf that always spoke of peace and kindness when there wasn't a space in this world to have such things. He was pathetic. Shadow couldn't even believe there could be a wolf this stupid, like seriously, did the gods curse him or something?
Everyone had their breaking points, even a wolf like Adair. He should know that. "Just because you might currently be the highest ranking wolf in the lower tier doesn't give you the right to question me or advise me when I didn't ask for it. Learn your place in the pack, Adair Erïksőn, or do you always wander? Stealing one pack's resources then leaving for another?"
He didn't really know if Adair had actually been in a pack when he found him but the first time he had met him in Northstar Vale, he had smelled distinctly of a pack which meant he was from a pack before he decided to leave them and join the Bypass. He was grateful for that, of course but by how faint the smell of the pack on Adair's pelt was, he had only joined briefly then left which to him seemed as if he was betraying the pack that he had sought shelter with.
He flashed Adair a chilling smirk, head raised high in the air. If the other male did not submit right now, he would make sure that he would have a scar to remember this encounter. He wasn't usually this violent but Adair, trying to talk peace and kindness to him had made him extremely mad. He was kind and peaceful and nice to a certain extent on a certain time. That didn't mean he had to always be peaceful and joyful and all angelike because he wasn't and he never would be. Adair's childhood might be bad but he was sure that his childhood was worse than anybody here at the Bypass. He was sure it was worst than any of the Creek wolves and he had a reason to appear as such.