Leval Lamrue
@The One@PharaohAtemSoul appeared to be listening, which was difficult to tell in his current form. It was possible that he was going to respond, however, a large wolf ran past him, slipped on the ice that Soul left, and kept going. A loud thud sound came from the trees distracting Leval as he stared for a brief moment. He turned back to resume his conversation with the ghostly being, and found no trace of the being.
"...Soul?"A female humanoid, proclaiming her identity as a werewolf walked out and stopped stiffened and radiated amazement that she could talk. Leval raised an eyebrow as she began to sing and dance. Leval glanced from the missing location where Soul had been and the singing werewolf. Somewhere, in a far distant town, a light bulb turned on. Soul had placed the being under its control, even if seemingly unwillingly and that was unacceptable. Leval pulled out his smartphone and looked into the nature of spirits. This was, of course, not a particularly optimal way to find out information of magical beings, but lacking access to a library full of information and ancient tomes it would have to do. It did have the minor advantage of expediency. Leval looked through various lists of ways different cultures lore had dealt with spirits and then compared it to what he had on hand. There was only one match, but it was worth a shot.
Leval began to rummage around his bag as the werewolf/Soul's song, he could not place it, came to an end. Shela came up to him and thanked him for the show he had given her earlier with a smile on her face. Leval paused for a moment, returning the smile, too distracted to hear the lizard's insult at that moment.
"Thank you! I am glad that you enjoyed the show. You must excuse me I think I have to try and help those two at the moment.
I will be right back though."Leval had 18 younger cousins, aunts, uncles, and his parents who lived with together on a plot of land. Given exorbitant costs of living and maintaining the area it was difficult to afford to many delicacies like sweets. For both Leval's massive sweet tooth and his younger siblings this was an awful situation. To fix it, and possibly for his own purposes, Leval had trained himself to be quite a good dessert baker. He had brought several of his supplies to school to keep practicing including several basic ingredients. At this moment, the only was that mattered was the can filled with salt that he brought out of his bag. According to his brief research, more than a few different cultures used to salt to protect, ward, and banish spirits. No guarantee of success though, so it couldn't help to try and improve his chances.
"Ash. Cinder."Leval gently called out. From underneath the concealment of his cloak, two pairs of small wings began to flutter. Two red, butterflies whose wings seemed to be made of of gently, flickering flames came out from behind his cloak. Needing to further instruction, they flew small circles above the container of salt. Tiny particles of what appeared to flame came out of the wings and settled into the salt itself, infusing it with a small amount of the life-based healing magic.
"Thank you both."The butterflies began to fly more freely, one swooping close to the ground by Shela's feet, it's wings not burning anything. Leval walked right over to the Soul-possessed werewolf and overturned the can of magic-infused salt. The salt began to fall out rapidly aimed straight at the werewolf's head.