"I will separate the beast from him." She said, sighing lightly, a small smile on her lips. She was determined to do it, determined to help him. She would begin researching, once she told him about that image. Whenever her thoughts returned to it, she found her body shaking, the small witch becoming scared. She didn't want to feel that way, but whenever it invaded her thoughts, she found herself feeling dread, feeling fear. She didn't feel that with his wolf. No, somehow, she felt safe, even if he were to attack, she could use a spell to push him back, to trap him. That creature, she wasn't sure what it was capable of.