Well, so much for that. The moment I ask, Ariel starts thrashing about. The group panics, and I back off a little. They try holding her still, but Ariel only stuggles harder. The she went still all of the sudden and mutters that she was sorry. If wolves could cry, I would be. Instead, I point my muzzle to the sky and howl, hoping it will break Ariel's trance-like state of shock.

The others only stare at me as I howl the ancient song. Ariel blinks a few times, but does nothing else.