"There's a doctor for animals?"

Eugene makes a puzzled face, a little less annoyed now that Touma is focusing on the wolf pup. He's cautious as he approaches the sickbed, reaching out and smoothing back the fur atop the pup's head. The pup makes a little keening sound, then pushes his muzzle against Eugene's palm.

"Him. He's a boy."

Eugene has never been fond of "it". Reserved for animals, lesser people, and unfortunates.

"He was near the forest edge, abandoned and injured."