Keirst was barely awake now. The after effects were really starting to kick in. He tried desperately to move his arms, but they just hung limply at his sides. He felt himself get pulled deeper into Cuan's bowels. He wanted desperately to move, to do anything. If he could just move his arm he could try tricking the wolf by casting his invisibility spell again, but at his current strength it would probably kill him. He thought about it and decided he was going to die anyway, so it was worth a shot. He tried desperately to move his arm. He just had to raise it a little bit, then he could cast the spell. He focused every ounce of strength he had left on his arm. It lifted half an inch, sat for a second, then fell back to his side.