burned out before!"
"Well you are only half human." Gnaeus reasoned. "You likely have a threshold of power you're currently able to handle, which will only get better as you practice and get older."
Endrance closed his eyes and started concentrating. He touched his aura, drawing some power down to saturate his injury with, but the energy was quickly wicked away by his tattooed spells. The air around him flickered and popped with golden fragments of light, and the tattoos under his shirt and along his arms pulsed with brighter light. He tried for several minutes, but he finally let out a frustrated breath and opened his eyes.
"I can't." he said, upset. "My spells keep drawing the power out. I can't get a low amount of power to work."
Gnaeus tilted his head. "Why do you still have those spells running?" he asked. "Do you expect me to attack you?"
Endrance realized that like a muscle clenched hard for too long, he had left his wards running. They were the likely the source of his problem. He took a deep breath, willingly relaxed his mental grip on the spells, and let the power drain off.
"Okay." Endrance said after he had cleared his head. "Let me try this one more time."
He concentrated, this time focusing just on the connections through his meridians. His heart, the anchor of his aura, drew in the power, and he guided it through his body to the wound. Along the way, he discovered he was more aware of his meridians than he had ever been before, even the deeper, internal channels that were used for casting spells and allowed the movement of his life force.
He felt the rough edges where the wound he had suffered had cut through his meridians, both on the surface and internally. Tentatively, he trickled power into them, expecting them to start burning.
Instead, the aching in his body stopped. Warmth started spreading through his stomach. He hadn't even realized it, but the strung out, nervous sensation that had run up and down his spine since he left Balator slowly abated.
"It's working." Endrance admitted, smiling broadly. "Thank you."
Gnaeus flicked an ear. "I did nothing but discuss anatomy with you." he said.
Endrance blinked, closing his lips. He had inadvertently flashed his teeth. "Sorry." the mage apologized.
Gnaeus waved it off. "No matter, you've learned more of our language than any man I've ever known. I can forgive an occasional misspoken statement."
"Is there anything more I can do for you, Gnaeus?" Endrance asked. "I owe you for this."
"Like I said," Gnaeus replied. "I only talked anatomy with a guest. Now, if you really mean to help, I have something I wish to ask of you."
"Sure." Endrance responded immediately. "What do you need?"
"Outside, you asked how one of my pack would feel about one of your people raising one of our pups." Gnaeus started. "I believe that, with us raising one of yours, it would be only fair that you do the same."
"W...what?" Endrance stammered. "You want me to raise one of your children?"
"All of my pups have grown and moved to other packs, so it would not be mine." Gnaeus replied. "But there are a few that have been orphaned because of my pack’s sacrifices in the hunt for peace."
Endrance knew what he was referring to. "You mean, the wolves who died protecting me." he said, grimacing. His actions were responsible for their deaths, but he had never even considered that they had children who would miss them.
Gnaeus nodded. "Yes."
"I am journeying out of the northern wastes and into Ironsoul, near where you first met me." Endrance admitted in response. "Are you sure you want me to take one with me now?"
Gnaeus tipped his muzzle in a faint nod. "The journey will give her time to get used to you and the humans. Then when you return, she should be able to get along better with your people."
"She?"
"We have a female child of yours, so it would be balanced to have the same." Gnaeus stated.
"I... I guess so." Endrance replied. "I'm certain my journey is going to be