[ At the mention of the wound Crowley looks at it, blinking thrice and slightly pouting his lips when he notices that the healing process isn't working at the same speed as it usually would. Which, of course, meant that it wasn't a normal bite, at least not in comparison to what he's adjusted to back home. ]

I don't feel anything. [ He notes, extending his arm and showing as the broken pieces of skin and blood that's formed is slowly beginning to disappear -- but that does nothing to wash away the thought that something was wrong. ] My body heals on its own, but... it's not working properly, it seems.

[ His gaze turns away from his arm, looking at the werewolf on the ground.

Still breathing, still alive, he lifts his sword before stabbing it into the creatures brain. ]

Why aren't you taking shelter somewhere? You don't look the type who fights off wolves.