Wolven Cub Sorcery

Red & Yellow smoke rises up from his spells,
In the center of the cavern, the cervices opens to the sky and there beams down the light of the full moon. The Wolven Cub Sorcerer sits on a throne of bone, staring down upon the path beyond, waiting to begin again.
A drop of blood is all it takes, a circle of white and a cup of black.
Read the words and light the candle.