Josh flashes him a quick, pleased smile at Dwayne's words, not even questioning the way the older man has cut right to the heart of his concerns without him having to voice them. He's definitely not dominant. At all. He'll stand up for himself, but he won't challenge a competent leader he respects, and he's more likely to walk away from an incompetent one he doesn't and go his own way than to push for power. So far, everything he's seen of Dwayne is telling him to stay.

"Hey man, you've gotta do what's right for your people, not gonna hear any arguments from me." He tosses in some garlic he's been peeling and chopping while talking, and then hits the whole pan with some salt and pepper and turning the heat down a little. It smells like browning beef with the sweet overtones of the sausage and onion and garlic and his stomach rumbles in anticipation as he shifts over to prepping the garlic spread and the bread it's going on.

"And, uh... yeah." He ducks his head, pleased again for the distraction of cooking. "Believe me, I know it can get ugly." He's only seen the aftermath, so far, and heard the stories... some of them from, or about, men and women, even children, his father had hunted down and sold into their slavery. And he's heard about what can happen when rescue operations go wrong, not that there are that many of them. Too many people just don't care at all, don't think of werewolves deserve any of the rights or consideration of humans. It makes his stomach twist and his voice drop. "I, uh... I wanna help, though. I know what I'm getting into, and I'll do whatever I can to help."