Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
"Hey! You got it somewhat. We just gotta conjure more of that. For me, what my mom taught me to do was feel the power slip into my control. To feel that feeling. Whatever you feel when you make that fire, increase it."
Reaver averted his gaze to Graham, a simple nod of understanding being given before turning his attention, get again, to his hand. His efforts having been tapped into once more as he slipped back into concentration.
It had taken a couple of moments before that flame was conjured once more, flickering wildly in Reaver's palm - growing larger up until it had been the size of a tennis ball. Bright, and burning with intense heat that hadn't seemed to bother Reaver's skin at all. Panting a bit, he grinned and laughed slightly. A truly child-like expression on his face. "HAH! Look! LOOK! LOOK AT THIIIIISSSSS! AH!"