The smoke comes and becomes greater. Crimson covers all of him. Panic struck the hunter quickly, adrenaline rushing through his body. The other bodies were suddenly lost on him. Blood pounded in his ears and his body quickly changed. He needed to be able to defend himself better. He backed up as fast as his four legs would allow, and he pinned his ears against his neck. He arched, snorted, and firmed his stance. His thick, hard rack lowered and he grunted. He knew he could not fight smoke, but he might have a fighting chance against whatever conjured it.
A voice broke his panic, grabbing his attention as the crimson field dissipated. He snorted again, watching the creature as it spoke. It offered him a choice. Noah did not trust the half-smoke creature, but his instinct of selflessness nearly brought the words to his mouth without thinking of restraint. Thankfully, his maw could not form words like his human form could. He knew it had been wise to approach as such a creature. Taking in a deep breath, the reindeer tilted his head and lifted his chin, hoping the genie could hear his words through the inherent magic he held: "I will ask a boon of you."
Noah asks a boon of the genie.
