Redhawk Caldera Guy's got magic cards. And magic hands.

Airi was not alone for long. Instead, as she lay there, her head rocking and rolling back into stillness, a wolf, half familiar, arrived. Airi did not greet the wolf happily; she didn't think she would to any wolf's face. Her face was corrupted by a scowl, jarring the happiness he exhibited. I am. So what?