"Hey, uh...Skarmory," Said steel bird slowly lifted his head with fatigue, glancing at the human. "I think I saw some lubricant down here if you want me to rub some into your feathers. It will help with them wearing together, as I'm sure your nest didn't help much. I used to breed Skarmory, so I know all the good spots." Rukh's expression brightened, now a bit more awake and smiling. "That would be... Arceus I am so grateful." he mumbled, getting up a bit and walking towards Dean, sitting down near him.
When the human asked for the Skarmory's name, he simply smiled. "It's fine, I'm kinda bad with names too. I'm Rukh," he introduced himself, then opened his mouth to say 'Steven Stone's metal bird,' but quietly closed his beak at the memories of his trainer's death. "Well guys, since you are all up, grub's over here. Though like I told Dean, if anyone wants meat I will have go hunting outside. Though I think only Asche and I fit that category. Asche?" The steel-type raises a single feather. "If it's not too much of a bother, it would be nice if I can have some meat, too." he mumbles. "Haven't had a lot of protein recently... I'll owe you one."