He shrugs off the bit about hitting. It's not important.

Beowulf looks up at him, then at the bowl, then at him... he nods and the dog grabs a couple cubes, happily wagging his tail while he eats.

"Did you talk to Faith? Different types of werewolves." Thank you, Carl. "In some worlds, there isn't a cure. Faith, I think, told me about a friend of hers that is one. I've never met Remus, but I'd wager his variety is different too. Werewolves in my world, ordinarily wouldn't be able to be cured, but Carl recreated the anti-venom and, if administered as directed, should work."