Can you pass the brother test?

Ezra surprised him a bit with how cool and casually he was taking their interaction. Romulus had received such a frosty reception from Ulric between the greeting of growls and the hard stares that he just assumed the big brother of Lillith was being sent as a sort of enforcer to remind him to stay in line. Unfortunately for both Adravendi wolves, Roman had a double dose of confidence and snark, and he wouldn't be intimidated by the larger wolves whether they did it intentionally or not. Ezra's even-keeled response with just a little bit of sarcasm back his way did help disarm the Armada wolf some, and he found himself grinning back at Ezra. The boy wanted a friendly spar? All right, he was down for a bit of physical activity.

"Sounds fair. Though I don't know I'd call hanging out with a friend 'sniffing around' her. All right, Ezra, let's have a go at it," he replied to Ezra's comment about making sure he could protect Lillith if he had to. Once his stretches were out of the way, Romulus took his position in the ring against Ezra, head lowered to align with his spine, tail tucking in and ears folding back. He looked over Ezra, his larger more muscular form, his armor that covered his body, the eagle circling overhead. The odds couldn't be more stacked against him, but Roman enjoyed a good challenge. Flashing his teeth in an enthusiastic grin, he tensed his muscles in preparation to pounce straight into the heat of battle. "Ready when you are, Ez!"

"Romulus Armada"