Blackfeather Woods Into The Darkness.... Or Not

Scamp recognized the play of emotions across her face, and at first he was emboldened by her lack of a responce. 
But then it changed, and she snarled more words he didn't understand. Her body language, however, intensified, and she infloated with the rank she bore. Literally, she poofed up and glared down on him, spitting a command from her lips. It wasn't a word he knew, but it damn well was something he knew how to do. But would he? 
For a brief moment, he did not. The man stayed rooted to the spot, eyes flicking anywhere but the gaze challenging him. It didn't occur to him that he could be forced away by this female, thinking himself safe under the wing of Damien. But this she-wolf didn't think so, clearly, and it was time to make a choice. Did he stand up for himself, fight this woman for the dominance which surely spelt out his loss, or would he make it all easier on himself and just lay the hell down?
Scamp eventually chose the latter, ears falling down and eyes flicking to look at Nemesis' paws. His spine bent as he curved into himself, bowing esentally to the woman, but soon slipped down to press himself flat to the Earth. Now was not the time to fight, to gain rank, now was the time to train, and learn from Damien all he could to be a good little minion. Head between his paws, Scamp's aqua eyes were still avoiding Nemesis, but no sound fell from his lips.