Blessed Fire

Sevir shifted his weight and spread his legs apart, ready to take on any attack. He knew that the fire was going to be useless against a transparent thing. He opened his mouth, ready to screech his lungs out.

Suddenly, the wolf barked. “You smell of immortality spawn.”

Sevir stood there, confused for a moment. He had little capacity to think past the levels of itches, burns and pain he was going through inside the cloak. He could only reply dumbly. “I have been in contact with a lot of people. Maybe it’s one of them.”

The wolf shook its head. “I do not mean human spawn scent. I meant spiritual beast scent.”

“What does my spiritual beast smell like?” he asked. Only minutes before, he had learned that his beast wasn’t mad and now this?

“Like mouthwatering ash and smoke. Like burning something sweet.”

“I cannot even shift. I am not sure what you are talking about,” Sevir shrugged.