Blackfeather Woods in the end

Clearly, this man was understanding of Canine's language, and in fact spoke in a way the charcoal male could understand. He demanded that this stranger bow to him, and bow he did. His red furred features dipped to the ground, and Canine took only as many steps as needed to put himself under Damiens maw before rolling onto his side and letting his paws hang in the air. Like Cicero, he reached up and licked at the alpha's jaw and mouth, ever silent. It wasn't something he liked, submitting, but if it meant gaining a worthy master, so be it. The mans aqua eyes bore into Damiens paws, chest, anything but the silvery eyes staring down at him.