It sounded like they had everything sorted out, and so Henry would crouch down before the plot that they'd chosen to harvest this pumpkin of theirs, eyes flicking between the soil and both psychics.
Would he be able to sense their magic like he could other Weres? Did it reveal itself only after being activated? Or was the magic so different that it couldn't be sensed at all by the fennec that lay within?
His answer would soon be revealed as he watched a sprout of green emerge from the earth. Eyes pulling upwards to catch silver in Catriona's gaze and yet feeling nothing in the air around them.
No sensing psychic magic, but that was okay, because it made this magic all the cooler to him. A new sort of magic that he'd likely never get to dabble in himself.
And kinda cooler than being a fox but he'd never say that out loud.