"Protector," Aslan said in a matter-of-fact way as he stood near the wolf and looked at Brigitte.
"Tarak means protector, if you think a name like that fits." He realizes he probably should have said that sooner, but no one else has suggested a name for this wolf yet. Aslan figured he should fix that.
"Unless you can think of something better." He turned back to the wolf, not waiting for an answer, and with friendly eyes. He reached his hand out, briefly, before resisting the urge to try to pet the animal and pull his hand back.
"Good wolf, Aslan said kindly to the wolf.
He always liked wolves and what they represented. An animal that can be misunderstood at times because of their predatory nature, but that is the thing with nature. It can be nice, or it can be cruel, but that is the way of things. Can not fight it, only respect it and live on.
Aslan sighed at the thought, old words of wisdom he learned long ago and words he respects to this day. He breathed deeply in memory of it as he turned his gaze to the unconscious prisoner. Still knocked out and should be for a while, given what Aslan has seen him withstand without dying. Someone should tie him up before he wakes up, he thought, and as he was going to suggest that. Nika called him and wished for him to see something. Aslan's eyes furrowed,
"What is it?" What did Nika want him to see?
Curious, Aslan walked over, and when he approached. He glanced down at the silent knight's body with both confusion and silent anger as he examined the body. He was not expecting to see a southern and one with elf blood in him. Aslan could only assume that this man did not do this voluntarily, and someone had defiled this man to act as some mage's lackey. Aslan's blood boiled at the thought, but he managed to control his anger from bursting out. Seeing a countryman like this did not sit right with him. But he focused on figuring out what happened to this man that he could recognize.
His face glued to the silent knight's body as he tried to understand what he was seeing.
"Is this..." He said in a hushed tone, seemingly not sure if what he was thinking was correct.
"I... I think I heard of something like this. Rumors mainly, it is a variation of string magic, but..." Gears and cogs were moving rapidly in Aslan's head as he tried to think. His gaze focused on the body.
"All I can say for sure is that I have not seen this type of magic before, and it is definitely not common or not even close to being a well-known thing in the South. Something not many people would know about." Aslan sighed heavily, another soul to avenge, and if the mages are willing to do this to some poor soul. Then what else are they willing to do? That revelation did nothing but make Aslan's drive to see more mages and maybe the Mage King dead. More so, one certain person. But for now, he will study this body and wait and see what the others think of it. Maybe someone here can shed more light on this than he can.