Broken Antler Fen tracers

If I went overboard on Atreyu's condition, don't hesitate to PM me.

Fascination and repulsion kept him from immediately observing the other wolf's quality, eyes trained on his mangled limb. There...there was nothing there. Tatsuya has never seen such an injury before. He's seen tails snapped in half, eyes gouged out...Hell, even tongues ripped from the mouth! But this...somehow this really topped the cake. A wolf could live with half a tail, no eyes, and/or no tongue, but no left arm? A wolf needed all four limbs to...to do anything. Walk, run, jump. Tatsuya could not see this wolf living longer than a week. Especially with that rotten smell emanating from the afflicted limb. He should have let whatever mauled him grant him death because Tatsuya could not see this poor canine living through this.
INDENTEars flicked at the others words, choosing to stay silent. Noticing the bristling furs along his spine, Tatsuya speculated the wolf would not be all too pleased in hearing his opinion. Time under his father's tutelage taught him many things, but father never touched on the subject of missing limbs. Even now could he recollect the grimness of Kou's voice: “手足を失う...私は申し訳ありませんが、私の子供です。ハンディキャップのための治療法はありません。唯一の痛みと死。” Tatsuya touched on the subject a few more times but Kou was noncommittal. If there was some secret art to be learned, father never shared it with him.
INDENTSadness swelled within him. To the handicapped wolf before him, the wolverine did not openly display such emotions. Whoever he was, he need not concern himself with the healer and all his failings. Wanting to tear himself away from the gloom of his childhood, he looked upon the wolf's other features. His fur was...messy. Messy and grimy. No wonder his leg is infected. Hard telling if he was any other color than brown. The wolf was thick but understandably malnourished. As for the wolf's eyes...they were a bright champagne color. They shined brighter than the rest of him, that's for damn sure.
INDENT“Can...can I take a look at it?” he sheepishly asked. From this angle he could not make out much. Only that the stub was cloaked in dry blood and...possibly bits of flesh. To Tatsuya, Atreyu was little more than a living, breathing miracle. And miracles do not last forever... “Maybe I can help?” I doubt it...This dude's gonna die no matter what I do.