She looked up, eyes wide. "It felt like pushing air. Did I do it right mom?"
"Yes my love, you did," I said, keeping my voice steady for the watching pack. "And we will practice controlling it so it never hurts anyone by mistake."
Thorne slid off the bench and approached, his small face thoughtful. "I knew he would fall. The ground felt wrong under his foot before he stepped."
He pointed to a soft patch of dirt. "There. It gives way when pressed hard."
Elara reached out and touched the boy's scraped elbow. The redness faded under her fingers, the skin smoothing as if hours had passed instead of seconds. She smiled up at me. "All better now brother."
"Thank you sister." Thorne smiled and hugged her.
The pack murmured. Some stepped closer with open curiosity. Others hung back, expressions guarded.
I gathered my three children and led them inside before questions could multiply.
