Ahmaht set a hand on Zel's back. "Next time, if it's possible, use my energy to cast spells." he whispered. "I don't like feeling useless when someone's injured."<br/>He straightened up, giving the wolf another pat on the head. He removed Sigrun's mantle from the wolf's torso, then scooped it up. He kicked off his boots and waded into the lake, the wolf still in his arms. He dropped the wolf in the water, scrubbing some of the matted blood off it's chest, then dragging it back to where it's feet touched. Ahmaht waded out of the water, shaking some water droplets off of his coat.<br/>He realized his course of action was somewhat Sigrun-esque, and he wondered why he had just thrown a wolf into a lake. He plopped down on the ground, rubbing his temples.