Moonspear heel

I hope you don't mind that I jumped in!

Satch was in the midsts of exploring his new home. The day had so far been relatively quiet, but he was enjoying his stroll, he found the place to be one of beauty. The landscape sometime perilous, however Satch was getting used to the footing. The views were extraordinary and the fresh air was good for his soul. He was finding it easier and easier to feel at home here, he was glad to be here. However fearful he might have been of letting down a pack, this was worth it.

Satch's ears perked as he heard a call for someone he didn't know from someone else he didn't know. He was more careful in his approach, considering last time he met a pack mate he was almost attacked. He made himself easy to detect, his feet cracking branches and clinking rocks as he walked. He kept his mannerisms open, but neutral, he wished to befriend his pack however he also knew there were some wolves you just couldn't befriend. It was at this time that Satch would become visable to Charon. It appeared to Satch as though the other wolf being called had yet to arrive.

He would dip his head in greeting, and chuff toward the male. The wound on his face looked vicious, and Satch assumed it came from the misfits that interupted the hunt that Dash had told him about. They had really done a number on his face. Satch looked past the wound however, "Afternoon." He greeted kindly.