"Kaelen!" Roran shouted and ran towards us as I exited the Yokai's territory, carrying Kaelen over my shoulder. As soon as we exited, the world returned to its color.
"What happened to him?" Roran demanded, glaring at me, but before I could reply, the chief caregiver spoke up.
"He's been paralyzed. That Yokai has a venom that paralyzes her prey. Don't worry; it's not fatal, and I can cure him easily."
The chief caregiver was an old woman with a head full of grey hair. Her skin was wrinkly, and given that she was a werewolf, that meant she must have been well over 100 years old. Looking at her, I got the feeling that she was very knowledgeable.
She laid Kaelen down on his stomach and lifted up his shirt. Everyone watched quietly as she dug her claws into Kaelen's back. Kaelen howled in pain but soon gritted his teeth. She stayed like this for several minutes until black liquid began pouring out of the wound she created on Kaelen's back.
