"My name is Aerelynn, and this is my form," I will never turn into a human again, at least in this form, people can love me," the wolf exclaims retreating deeper into the cell. Then he sends a wave of cold wind toward Junta. In an instant the cold air wraps around around the Child of the Sun's bleeding hand and a white light engulfs it. A cool glove of ice forms over the hand and then shatters like glass. Where the wolf's teeth marks had been there was nothing. Junta was healed.