Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170708230705

Azarias stands, and leaps down from his perch, walking over to the body. He rests his hand against the wolf's head, and it looks at him sadly, the gleam of danger in its eyes long since gone.

'Shh...' the Stigma murmurs, stroking the wolf's neck. 'All will be well.'

In a moment, the wolf closes its eyes and dissolves into fine ash: they now see several dozen piles of it around the clearing.