King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

"I was trained extensivley in the mecenary trade." Novak explained, warrior skills were the up most important qualities to have -- that next to brains, but no one smart enough to see their curruption. He was gaining comfortable with Grace, all until she howled and little to no time had passed before he was face to face with a jet black male, Novak stood larger than him, but tried his best not to be intimidaing in any way possible, lowering his ears and shifting as Casmir stood. Soon, another joined by his side, a female. 

It was obvious who was the alpha, which caused the beastly wolf to step back cautiously, more often than not he would act upon any sign someone wished to treat him with dominence, but this was a potential home. The brute glanced at Grace, assuming she would be answering for him. Novak showed no sign of threat or dominence, and showed as much submission his body allowed him, which wasn't a lot, but enough. The creamy pelted canine didn't wish to seem overly confident, if anything he was awkward as hell, but he wasn't well taught in the act of submitting.