Moonspear From time to time

Satch nodded, a tossed the name Dash back and forth in his head, sounded as well as any new name would. He watched the newly named Dash take his scent, and probably found the scent of his pack as well. Satch watched the transition closely, and was slightly relieved when he relaxed and greeted him in a friendly manner. Satch shook his head, "No need to apologize. Although I will thank you for not tearing my troat out." He laughed a little, he took no offence to their first encounter. Infact he was glad that the pack was a protective group, who didn't appreciate tresspassers.

"Den-ridden?" Satch looked the male over, looking for noticable signs of damage. "And why is that may I ask?" He may not know Dash, but Satch would still check on his wellbeing. Satch vowed to himself a long time ago, that he help whoever need his help. And while he had no clue of any rememdies to illness, he would certainly try to help.