Dominous's eyes narrowed harshly, returning from his perpetual haze as he attempted to comprehend another lost brother- whose seed he was not able to recover. To see the death of not one, but two Battle-Brothers to random happenstance, it was a fact that taunted the man's confidence as his hand idly clutched at his chapter's insignia that adorned his chest. Yet it was the Wolf that garnered his attention now, speaking of past conquests of his chapters as if it were nothing but a mere fact. But the name that he spoke, and how openly he addressed Dominous about it's origin... 

With a frustrated groan, Dominous stepped forward as his heavy greave creaked and groaned under the pressure, the saronite holding strong despite it's audible strain. With an outstretched hand, he placed a hand upon the pauldron of the Son of Russ, resisting the urge to follow the motion with a strike against his unarmored visage.

"You insult me no longer 'Wolf'," The word spoken as if bitter to the Astartes, "These accusations of my chapter and myself being linked to such abominations as the ilk of Heretics, I'll hear talk of it no longer." Roughly, he pushed off the metal, attempting to stagger the Wolf as Dominous staggered back to his position in the formation. He fully expected an act of reprisal, flexing his fingers as he attempted to prepare himself for whatever the Wolf had to offer. But even still, he made it a point to hide his true motives, merely attempting to keep the secret of the Angels just as such. If it had to come to blows between the two rival Astartes so be it, but his chapters honor must be upheld- and it's secrets guarded.