Sigmund leaned back into the couch, endeavoring to relax when he felt Youay's aura and magical signature surrounding him. The scent of mountain air was almost overpowering, but he endured it, closing his eyes and resting his hands on his head as he allowed Youay entry into his mind.
Metaphysical Youay would find himself standing on the other side of a line of barbed spears that had been set at regular intervals along the inside of the wall that served as a representation of Sigmund's mental defenses. Various runes had been inscribed into the walls surface and were glowing faintly, strengthening the defenses and making them more difficult to destroy, though Youay would not have much time to examine them.
In front of him, staring at him with its obsidian eyes, sat the firewolf from before. "Greetings, healer," it stated with a yawn that showed its teeth. "I take it you're here to replace the seals around the box?" It got to its feet and tilted its head to one side, waiting for Youay to respond before turning and making its way through the dim light. "This way," it called back, not even bothering to see if Youay was following.