"What? What is wrong, my lad? Are you sick?"
Ted did not think for a second before scooping up the salamander and pressing it against his chest. He wouldn't have wanted anyone to see him do that, of course, this was a side to him that would have been considered nurturing and good, but he himself knew better.
Cruelty to humans, but towards beasts, at worst, indifference.
The salamander was oddly hot against his skin.
Ted felt the heartbeat of the beast, examined its callous eyes - here was another of his ilk, cold-blooded and indifferent to human matters. Not wanting to disturb the amphibian more, he put it back into its habitat.
Something was wrong, and if the solar god recommended use of the Draconist Pack, it had to be the best way of solving the problem. Ted checked out the cards he had pulled.
The tiger-sun, Dogormo the head demon, and again, Shipwreck, looming over the other cards and staining them with its catastrophical presence.
