Still lying on the floor, Aryn held her otherwise mundane objects and began reciting the words that would make them something special. The bag and candle grew warm in her hands, and she felt a stirring in the air. When she looked up, a wolf stood at her feet peering down at her. It's fur was as black as night and it's eyes gleamed redly with a malevolence not found in earthly animals.<br/><br/>It growled, not as a challenge to Aryn, but to indicate that it was ready for whatever task it had been called forth for.<br/><br/>OOC: Aryn, go ahead and post your next action. I will take care of Luix and Morgash when Morgash posts his next move.