A thousand teeth and yours among them.

Well, damn. Breaking his legs to get out of a tight place? Noble. 
Ash listened to the situation, wondering if he had met this man before he had left for the herb scavenging trip, but the it away. Of course he hasn't met him. And of course he would be given a nice home back at the Dera, welcome to stay, returning to everyone, a warm welcome, right? While Ash has to sit here and doctor this, doctor that, when he was ripped astray of his own gemstone. He is chained to his own misery, and he can't break his legs to get free. There was no warm return or regard for his absence. Instead he spends his time drowning in the guilt every time he walks past that fifth infirmary den, the barricaded room he had never felt happier in. He has saved so many lives in his absence, but nope. 

With his trademarked grin, he winked at El. 
That grin was alot more hollow than any grin had a right to be.

" I think we got a fighter in the Dera. If anything, I think the only not he has to worry on is placement of the bone shards. If he gave a quick bite, it could've sheared any fragments from the primary bone, and cause minor internal bleeding, along with lacerations to surrounding muscle. "

Emerald irises turned to the patient, the resting form before him. 

"Njal, you don't have any head injuries, do you? Any uncommon bleeding, or leakage from nose, mouth ears or eyes in the past week?"

If the golden doctor had known all of what the older wolf before him had been through, he would have had more sympathy for the dude. But as the hippie was, he was too busy suffocating in restraint from flipping shit, and throwing himself at a bear. Until then, he would simply fake it till he made it.