The monster's shivering attempts to right itself subside as Anduin's magic takes effect. Howl feels his physical main and mental confusion start to soften and lift — not entirely, but enough to dampen the panic threatening to take hold of his common sense — and a long, heavy sigh escapes his nostrils. The way his body relaxes is almost involuntary. The drop from the air had been hard and heavy, but this spell is soothing the rest of his injuries too.

And his anxieties. He can hear a foreign, unfamiliar voice talking to him. Howl lifts his head just enough to turn it, laying the opposite cheek against the ground, so he can look towards the source of the voice and the spell.

...who is this? He's never seen him before.

"WH... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHO ARE YOU...?"

The voice is breathy and growly, but somehow still distinctly human. And while Howl's mouth moves as he speaks, it's not in any way that matches his words. The sound does not actually come from the coordinated movements of lips and tongue, but from somewhere else farther back in its throat.