Moonspear From time to time

He thought the male would explain, but he started out by introducing himself. Dash flashed his teeth with annoyance that the male wasn't immediately explaining why his face shouldn't be ripped off. Dash hadn't wanted his name, only the reason he was promised.

Finally, he got it. His ears perked with interest as his expression changed to one of uncertainty. It took him a moment to realize the other male wanted his name. Dash, he said, though it was clear his attention wasn't on that part of the conversation. Dash wanted proof. Slowly, he made his was toward Satch, as he said was his name, until he was close enough to catch a scent. The smell of Moonspear wasn't heavy on him, but it was enough to let Dash know he hadn't just entered; he had been here. Oops. He glanced sideways to the male, an embarrassed smile appeared on his maw. My apologies, he said. His body relaxed to its usually friendly language, his tail wagging. It was a complete turnaround from just moments ago. Seriously, I'm sorry. I've been den-ridden for about a week and I had no idea we had new members.