Broken Antler Fen tracers

Woo, sounds good! And no problem :D

Focused on relieving the pain radiating from his stump, Atreyu didn't notice the approach of another. The stench of both infection and the marshy surroundings covered the man's scent, but his comment drew the Gamma's attention to him. He looked up slowly to the shadowy wolf, a large man swathed in brown fur and stranger, lighter markings. Fascinated, he followed the trails of ochre fur for a moment before looking to his fiery eyes, his own gaze narrowing warily.

Though, he was asking himself the same question. The amount of blood that had poured from his leg seemed like enough to flood a small lake; Atreyu wasn't sure if he even had any left. The heat and rotten smell emanating from it also probably wasn't the greatest of signs, though he felt fine enough. The worst was just after the attack. He couldn't really remember the journey to Moonspear, nor the nights afterwards.

A shrug was given in reply, and the boy turned to look back at the herd of moose, nose wiggling as he inconspicuously tried to place the stranger's scent. No smell in particular stood out from the rest — a loner? "Won't be for long if I can't hunt." he said, attempting to stay casual. He hadn't meant to sound so helpless, but with that comment something clicked in his head and Atreyu's hackles bristled.

He couldn't hunt!