Blackfeather Woods in the end

Canine had been right in assuming this was not the alpha, but had clearly done the right thing, because the male he was now submitting to called for someone with authority. Shuffling to the side and sniffing around a patch of eart, Canine eventually looked back at Cicero with questioning eyes before sweeping the aqua orbs elsewhere. Coming to this male had put him over the borders, and the dualcolored male was highly aware of it. Charcoal paws fidgeted and every so often the man would shift a pawstep back towards the scent line, ever watching the ebony packwolf for a sign he was out of place, ever holding his body in a half-crouched position.
 Would the alpha be here soon? Would he, too, be receptive of the loner and perhaps take him in? 
Would this new alpha be one worth serving?