Uncle Felix had appeared corporeally and he moved along the row of werewolves. He tapped Conal on his right shoulder and Conal instinctively turned, to see who'd done it. Uncle Felix had already moved along the row, gently tugging on Lyle's earlobe and Lyle swatted at his ear, turning as Conal had, to try and see the invisible troublemaker. Before he could turn back, Uncle Felix had tweaked Ralph Torres on the nose, making him let out a startled yelp. Moving on to Kenyon, the playful spirit tapped out a drumbeat on Kenyon's knees and everyone could see the material of his pants moving, although I was the only one who could see Uncle Felix. Lastly, he caught Zeff's hand in his own and shook it vigorously. Uncle Felix gave me a little salute and a grin, and then dissipated into a white mist
