The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

There was and Wraen gave even a heftier wag of her tail, when the stranger got up and invited her audience to come closer and try the magic herself. Hesitantly she closed the distance between them and first gave a curious sniff at the object, then watched the white she-wolf in order to be reassured that she was doing things correctly. Wraen decided to sit down, put slowly one of her paws on the stone and closed her eyes waiting.