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His nonchalant reply didn't instil much confidence within Atreyu, but he offered his partially severed limb regardless for the stranger to inspect. He was large and fearsome looking, but he didn't seem dangerous — at least, at the moment. The boy wasn't the most observant of wolves and could be almost blind to other's intentions, but he couldn't really refuse the potential healer's help, not in his current state. If he could get it stop smelling so horribly, maybe then he'd have a chance to actually catch some damn prey.

He nodded at the man when he mentioned herbs, ears pricking at the tail end of his sentence. Infection shmection, it would take a lot more to bring him down!

Obviously unaware of the direness of his condition (and perhaps still affected by a lingering fever), Atreyu let out a laugh. "Darn, I was hoping you'd be able to grow it back," he said, his voice only slightly tinged with worry. He wasn't so moronic that he truly believed limbs could grow back, but it still didn't keep him from feeling disheartened. The other half of his leg was probably sitting somewhere in that stupid bear's stomach by now. Unfortunately, he had no idea what antibacterial meant, but it sounded...nerdy. His trust was now firmly in this Tatsuya's paws. "Atreyu," he said in turn before tilting his head curiously, watching the oddly-furred man study his leg.