Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

And then she was right atop of him, in front of his snout no less. And his eyes watered at the absolute stench of decay. Her hot fetid breath blew across him as she spoke, and he had to fight a gag. He lifted his foot to cover his nose, but didn't even get it more than an inch off the ground before he put it back down, fearful she'd find it an aggressive mood or rude.

Yes I am his guardman. He is fine.

A small glitter of coldness filled his gaze at her words about his leader's leg, but he tried to ignore her. She was clearly troubled. 

If you find a wolf whose leg can grow back. I'd be interested in seeing it.