The sensation of a chilly breeze rushed over the mages, almost rippling in tiny waves on their skin as their outfits reverted back to their original forms. The warmth of their powers returned, slowly at first, but eventually crescendoing until the pair felt as they did but a few minutes ago. Fading into nothingness before their eyes, the wolf's corpse vanished without a trace. Even the mess Margaret had splattered across the floor had fled before their eyes, as if it had never happened at all.
Jamie approached the woman slowly, cautiously resting his hand on her shoulder. His chest still rose and fell in a hurried pace, out of breath from sprinting away for his life. "You ok? That looked kind of... Rough."