[The touch sends a slight shiver through Wriothesley's entire body. He can feel how much stronger Satan is just from the simple head pat and it puts him on edge. There is so much raw energy there just contained in this form, it's so unlike Satan's more human form. He's powerful then too and strong and Wriothesley knows he would kick his ass if they fought outright but this is so different. It's a little terrifying but Satan accepted him and he wants to accept him back. The form itself isn't bad looking at all, its just the power it exudes that keeps wanting Wriothesley to submit on instinct.]

I scented you...its gone....

[That maw comes closer and the wolf stays and rubs his head against it in return. Wriothesley's scent isn't strong enough to stick against the brimstone, he can't scent claim a king of hell in their true form. He's just a mutt.]

You're amazing like this...I..I dont think I've ever seen anyone as powerful before and I knew a dragon god...

[He rubs his head against Satan more until he's taking that brimstone scent onto himself, being claimed by the other and feeling his nerves slowly start to unwind as his tail starts wagging once more. He even feels comfortable enough to lick at Satan's face, mindful of his dripping maw however.]