For a long while, it’s all I can do to watch Wolf Dex sleep. Then, my old habits with lupines come back to me in a rush. To heal, I set my hands on the animal. My inner magic then moves into the wolf’s body. A mental picture will soon appear, showing me what must be healed.
Kneeling beside the sleeping Dex, I set my hands onto his soft fur. I close my eyes and try to tap my inner magic. Normally, there’s a constant swirl of it inside me.
Only when I close my eyes this time, I find no green magic within. There’s a chilly swirl of silver power. Some heat from red energy. But there’s nothing like the familiar green whirlpool of healing power.
I turn this change over in my mind. Dex was connected to the Muster Tree when the power of Wulfhelm went into him. And since I was touching the trunk
