Big Salmon Lake warum nicht

Atreyu at the moment I love these two

Atreyu hadn't taken much notice of the strangely distant demeanour Tatsuya had taken on as he sorted through his herbs, though still waved his tail again as he snapped back into the present with a partially jumbled answer. It satisfied his curiousity. At least they wouldn't have to trek all the way back to the Fen to fetch some more herbs. He would be damned if he had to walk — or limp, rather — all that way again. Especially if he had to depend on the healer to act as a crutch again.

The boy was desperate to lie down, content with his belly now full of water and feeling groggy. He remained watching the man separate the plants into differing piles, though. Thinking they were all for him, Atreyu tried to withhold a whine, ears falling back with worry. Was he meant to eat all that?

It was Tatsuya's deadpan expression that diverted his attention, snapping his head up to meet his reprimanding gaze. His message was clear. With a frown, Atreyu slowly and hesitantly back-pedalled, stepping into the shallows of the nearby lake. He stiffened as the fresh water lapped at his ankles, lifting a lip in disgust. It was so...clean and still. Maybe he could convince the healer to accompany him to the ocean, where it was much more refreshing. And salt was good for cleaning, right? Another glance at the large wolf put a halt to that idea, and so Atreyu very slowly continued walking into the water, fixing a seething stare at Tatsuya. To hell with you, wannabe wolverine.