Moonspear let it be

He almost let out a laugh at her question, instead only letting a weak smile drift across his face before he glanced behind him. Blood and grime covered the walls of the small nook he had taken up residence in, it would be hard to deny being injured — maimed even. As she announced she was a medic, she gained Atreyu's attention once again and he turned towards her with ears perked forward and interest gleaming in his gaze.

What an amazing stroke of luck, to be found by a healer of all strangers! While his leg was beyond all repair (save for tearing the rest of the limb clean off), it could at the very least be cleaned up a bit; the smell almost made his eyes water when cooped up in the temporary shelter. It almost made hunting anything larger than a beetle with a sense of smell downright impossible. Another smile flit across his features and the boy emerged fully out of the crevice, stumbling as he gained his balance, still getting used to three legs instead of four.