Lost Creek Hollow Hiya, Lou

Joss squinted as Pyro collided with him, grabbing him with his much stronger limbs and dragging him to the ground. He tumbled and rolled a couple times, but the larger wolf had it easy when it came to bowling over and pinning Joss, who wasn't much more than a stick figure. He tucked his head down, using his narrow chin to try and protect his throat, and he curled his forelegs to his chest. His tail was tucked up along his belly so tightly that the tip of it nearly touched his nose and he was prepared to urinate should he be required to show yet another level of submission- fortunately, the male didn't snap or bite at him, and seemed to realize the error he'd made...But that didn't mean he backed off. 

"Joss." He answered quickly, before adding "Punishment rank," He said. He hated those words- but it was Treason's call when he was to be promoted or set free from his imprisonment. So, hoping to clarify the situation, he spoke again. "Treason's prisoner." Though that wasn't necessarily true, not even in the slightest. Treason hadn't exactly taken him as a prisoner- she'd kept him as a slave so that he could fulfill the debt he owed for having trespassed. He hoped, though, that the dude holding him down would get the point- that he was more or less owned by Treason, and that maybe she wouldn't be pleased if one of her packmates broke him. 

Then again, she still probably wouldn't give a damn.