Moonspear From time to time

Satch nodded slowly listening to his words carefully, listening was one of Satch's favorite things to do. Of course he could handle himself in a conversation but with things of importance, like someones past or health, or the packs goings on Satch usually kept quite and listened. This is how Stach had survived many a year. So he did so now, listened carefully, and equally as carefully developed his response. "I see..." He had several question in mind, asking the right question first was always the hard part of a conversation. "Well Dash, I am glad to see that you are alright. And it appears your eye sight is coming back which is good, its not permanent."

Satch nodded slowly still thinking, "And what of these other wolves? Have you heard anything from them?" If there was an enemy wolf or wolves that he should be aware of he would want to know. So as best to protect himself and this new pack he called home.