Lost Creek Hollow I'm just doin' my job here.

Joss watched as the younger male moved back, but he didn't leave altogether, as Joss had hoped. He pouted slightly as the youth then ordered him (more or less anyway, though there was something of a sarcastic invitation there as well, if he wasn't mistaken) to continue doing his job. Truthfully, Joss had hoped that Merrick would leave so that he could lay down and rest again; he wasn't quite as caught up on strength as he'd wanted to be, but he couldn't very well back out now that he'd said what he was going to do. 

He simply gave the darker wolf a nod and moved forward, slinking past him the way a battered dog might slink past an abusive owner's foot, and into the mouth of the den so that he could continue working on the inside of it. He angled himself so that his haunches were positioned toward the back of the den- so should the young male decide to try and ambush him in a small dark place where no one could see him, at least he'd have to face him fangs first.