"Goodness! You turned the wolf into a person!"

"..."

Lysir was baffled. Did they think he was some kind of magician?

Instead of correcting Kella’s misunderstanding, Lysir attempted to address the young wolf—no, the beastwoman.

"Ah—"

But before he could finish, the woman collapsed, her strength fading, and reverted back into her wolf form.

"Did... did it fail!?"

Fail? Fail at what?

Ignoring Kella’s exclamations, Lysir leaned closer to examine the wolf.

'Not that I know what I’m looking for—wait, what?'

Surprisingly, he sensed something.

'What is this?'

If the wolf's body were made of mere flesh and blood, Lysir …