Wolfs River Moon
Nodding like an excited child, Decius looked at the incoming puck. He tilted his head, contemplating thousands of possibilities and scenarios for the puck. The puck now within reach, the doctor lifted his stick up to slam it away with force, but - in mid-swing - he stopped, remembering Silver's words. His unfaltering smile thinning just a little, he gently moved the stick down. Maybe a little too gently. He tapped the puck with such tenderness, such softness.... that the puck hardly moved.