Echo's on his feet the second the General knocks DB back, eyes flashing gold and a growl starting to rumble in his chest, but Tup wraps a hand around his wrist and whines softly, under his breath. It's enough to break Echo out of the knee-jerk protective response, to see DB tucking tail and whining like the overgrown pup being chastised that he is, and he drops back onto the bench and leans in to rub his cheek against Tup's in thanks and apology.

Dogma, for his part, had sunk down to his belly the moment the General approached, all cowed submission and eager apology. The lick surprised him enough that he just watched DB's chastisement, but once it's done with he gives his nephew a quick nip to one ear to reinforce it. He clearly doesn't know what to make of the General's renewed attention, and he sinks down to his belly again, whining quietly and trying to lick submissively at the General's muzzle in response, but his tail actually relaxes a little, and makes a halfhearted start at wagging at the clear affection and reassurance in it.