Yes, Sir. said the stranger, lowering himself onto his belly, his tail tucked and moved backwards but his act did not soothe the silver Roman. He did not tolerate trespassers or wolves that stood too close to his borders. He was harsh, yes and unforgiving but he was also fair and so he would give the pathetic stranger cowering in front of him a fair trial. Or at least a fair trial for himself. Calculating silver eyes analyzed the other with an almost lazy drift of his eyes before moving forward again so he was directly in front of the stranger.
"I am not 'Sir'." he said coldly, tilting his head slightly as he spoke. "I am Hadrian." the leader used his formal name because he knew if this wolf ever ran away to the Creek, they would not know who Hadrian was because they only knew him as Shadow. "But you will address me as 'Praetor'" he said simply, he would have said he was the Emperor but Praetor was more military-like.
"Why did you call for me and stand so near the borders barbarian?" he said in his trademarked icy and soft tone, edged with danger. The maniatic glint in his eye as bright as ever as he stared downwards at the stranger. He had called the agouti male a barbarian because that was how the Romans called wolves that were not part of the Empire.
Cold platinum gaze swept over the body of the submitting man, he lifted a paw and attempted to place it on the barbarian's head and press downwards.