Moonspear From time to time

Satch grinned at the male, and small chuckle emmiting form deep within his chest. "You're hilarious." Satch commented sarcastically. He smiled looking at the wolf's eyes, indeed they seemed to work. Nodding his head Satch continued his previous train of thought, "A solid plan on their part, waiting until all are healed." Satch mostly spoke to himself, "How many are we? The Moonspear pack." He was gathering information, for his own memory. He looked at his paws, thinking through a few things.

Satch looked up sligthly embarassed, "I'm sorry Dash. I often find myself off in my own world of thought." He sheepishly grinned at the male, hoping he wasn't being overly strange.