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It wasn't long before he was greeted by a wolf, a she wolf with dark fur, and bright green eyes. For a moment, he wondered who she was, because back where he was raised, females weren't to be leaders but he wasn't in the lands of Rome now. It was a new place, there would be new languages, new cultures and traditions, but he wouldn't ever forget his teachings, how could he? The pain of his former wounds stung him everytime he thought about it. Now when Scip was nervous, he would use his humor and speak latin, and this was the current case. “Salve. Scipio Ahala Angelus Mortis nomen mihi est," he spoke in a calm voice, before realizing his mistake.
Lowering his head and tail, and crouching down in submission, as far as his Roman Pride would allow him to, he spoke again, this time in English.
