Got it. [Tsuzuki's voice is soft, pitched to carry no further than Ukoku's ears. He's not sure what the other man's doing, but he's not letting go unless he's told to. He can activate the ofuda one-handed, and he does, casting it up into the air as the crashing and snapping footsteps grow closer. Louder, and closer.]
On!
[The paper boils up into a wave of misty wolves, barely visible except as flickers and faint gleams of fang and eye in the stygian gloom.]
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On!
[The paper boils up into a wave of misty wolves, barely visible except as flickers and faint gleams of fang and eye in the stygian gloom.]