Whitefish River hey, it's a (pizza) party and you're invited

Dorian tilts his head as she apologizes, a wicked smile still gracing his lips. "You need more than pretty words to escape my wrath" he rises, more or less leaping in a strange display of bouncing up and down as he neared his new pack mate. He was a bouncy dude, what could he say? "c'mon! En garde!" he barks to the girl - what sort of girl didn't like to play? 

"I shall defend Lady Gaia's honor!" the man states now, his voice rising but full of shit. He didn't intend to harm the other wolf. He wanted to damn well play. This pack wasn't stuffy. It was full of good wolves. Kind wolves. Wolves like Hiero who he felt a kinship to already. But Dorian would back off if the girl wasn't up to it. He bounces closer, wiggling excitably.