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"Welcome to your new home, servus" he said, speaking the latin word for slave. He preferred speaking his first language over English any day but he knew none of his packmates knew how to speak it so he would have to settle with English, the common tongue in Teekon Wilds. He knew the barbarian slave probably spoke another language, the language of 'Mother Russia' as he said.
He moved forward towards the direction of Saltus Puniter, the Forest of the Punished where Vector would reside in the slave quarters there with Enya. "Welcome to Saltus Puniter, the Forest of the Punished." he smiled nastily and began moving forward again, sharp rocks pricking at his paws but did not poke through however it might be a different case for Vector.
"What is your name, barbarian?" he said in an amused tone that he had adopted, apparently making someone a slave cheered him up. The towering trees casted dark shadows over the two wolves, one who's pelt gleamed silver, touched by winter's cold while the other had the pelt of autumn, in a submitting posture.
"How do you think you should be punished for stealing my pack's resources, huh, slave? Something extremely painful will work." he smirked coldly, the maniatic glint glowing in his platinum gaze.