He knew Paar wanted to have pups, planned to have children, their children but he wasn't so sure. He felt as if he would make a terrible father, like his own. Brutal, merciless, cruel and probably wouldn't even care about them. Duty before anything was the quote for a lot of Romans, most Romans. Duty before family, before love, before friendship, everything and he knew he was slowly becoming one of them. It wasn't wrong, he supposed, made him more of a real Roman in a way but he didn't want to be a cold heartless wolf. Shadow wanted to be different, he was a leader now, an Imperator and though he was running Noctisardor Bypass like a Roman pack, he was more lenient to them. To everyone, the slaves, the captives etc. He wanted to be better, he did not show his emotions easily and when he did, it was extremely rare, preferring to hide them behind his either emotionless and indifferent mask or his snarky, arrogant sarcastic ones. Only his brothers and sisters, he let them see through it and now Paar could too.
"I am good with children sir. I was always a caretaker for my birth pack's pups." His expression did not change, remaining impassive and indifferent as he gazed at her with icy platinum orbs. "Are you?" he said in a soft, ice-edged tone. "Well, Nikita. It just happens to be that, we do not have children here and probably won't for a long time. Do you have any other better skills to offer my pack? Or are those all you possess?" Again, his words biting and full of sarcasm but his tone never changed, always soft, seemingly dangerous and bored.
Shadow did not need caretakers at the moment, he needed hunters, protectors, warriors for wintertime. He needed healers in case Paarthurnax was sick or something, the last thing he needed were caretakers. He needed diplomats, ambassadors, he needed able bodied wolves for the upcoming season. The Imperator knew that winter would be hard on some southern wolves, like his wife for example. He, himself did not care, as a wolf of the North, he was used to the harsh cold winters and he was sure the captive barbarian russian, Vector was too. They would be able to help. But other than that, were they the only wolves from the North? The descendant of Jupiter decided to ask all of them later, check their abilities and assign them their jobs when the time came.
The Roman shook his head, "I am busy and I do not have time to deal with wolves who have no potential. Come again when you have your tongue and skills back." With that, he turned and went away, harsh but it was the life of a wolf.