Meadowlark Prairie turn your wounds into wisdom

The vessel drew his tufted ears forward at the sound of the canine’s question. His eyes were alight with knowledge as the prospect of sharing the spirits with this wolf grew near. The feeling of Gul’Dan inside of him had caused the fur along his neck to rise and for goosebumps to form on the flesh beneath. He had traveled his whole life in hopes of finding those who were willing to learn the ways of the fel. The magic was involved in those acts was… immeasurable, but Bajeera knew that he could not speak so soon of the great things that could occur. Instead, he forced himself to take on a level head and breathed through his nares with a quiet exhale.
 
“They are the spirits that are touched by fel magic… the strongest magic in the world,” the cat spoke in his raspy tones and his mouth curled in a smirk. “Bajeera has been touched by fel magic. You can see it in Bajeera’s eyes,” he then breathed before taking a careful step toward the wolf as if to demonstrate the great power that coursed through his body.