Moonspear Lick My Wounds

The wolfdog was not granted his time alone to boil, soon approached by a familiar face. The male that Ame had said was already one of them, just had been off traveling. Dash was the name that popped to mind, and he threw a half-assed grin at his worried expression. 
         "Lazarus and I got into a bit of a scuffle, but I'm really fine."
Hurting like damn fury, but more hurt in my pride than the flesh. 
Wounds would heal and be forgotten, but the strike to his pride would take work to heal.