Broken Antler Fen tracers

Oops, forgot to add that it's totally okay! He's meant to be super gross at the moment, haha

Unaware of the other male's grim outlook, Atreyu was quite confident in his assumption that he would learn how to use only three legs. Stubbornly, he believed he had been through worse and had lived. This was...definitely a hindrance, though the yearling did not even think twice about the fact that this could actually kill him — through infection or because he was now incapable of hunting. No, it was just a wound. Thistle knew stuff about herbs and injuries, she could just fix him up when he eventually got back to Stavanger Bay.

He caught the stranger's vivid eyes again, glancing to him as he hesitated, asking for a closer look. A small pit of anger formed in his chest and Atreyu made a face. What was he, some sort of freak show now? Maybe I can help. Oh. The boy relaxed slightly, looking to the stump of his foreleg again before extending it forward. He grimaced as he moved it, both from the sight and the sensation. "You're a healer?" he asked after a pause. Was he like Aesop? Brawn and brains?