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Crëyr dipped her head as the Praetor began to speak. "I have a sanguinem fratris from wales too, he is from the sea and is a warrior prince. I do not think you know him anyways. I am a Roman, therefore my pack is a Roman pack and I expect subordination and respect from all of my subordinates and pack-mates and I expect them to respect each other too. I do not tolerate any slackers and if I catch anyone slacking off, they will be chased out of my territory and given the kill on sight order or become slaves. Same goes with those who disrespect me or anyone of higher ranking. Also as I am a Roman, you will not address me as Alpha, but Praetor or Imperator."
She looked sideways, her eyes cutting towards the line separating the grass from the endless blue sky. "A blood brother, you say, Praetor? I had a biological sister, Welsh, as close as we could ever be. Until she was gone."
She dipped her head lower, slowly sinking on all fours. I will do the best of my ability to serve your pack, Praetor. In fact, I am. I must. I do have high expectations of myself, you see, therefore there will be no exceptions."