The SkyWing Animus

"Also," Moon added, "Emberstar and his goons have some animus-touched object that protects them from animus magic."
"WHAT?" Wildfire cried. "Then how will we stop him?!"
"We need an animus ourselves," Northstar said. Wildfire looked suspiciously panicked before he added, "Turtle, are you up for the task?"
"Of course," Turtle said resolutely. Suddenly looking nervous, he said, "Can we check the soul reader first?"
"What soul reader?" asked Wildfire. Curiosity flickered through her amber eyes.
"We borrowed it from Darkstalker," Turtle explained. "It's an hourglass-telescope device that shows an animus how much of their soul is left. Black sand is good, white sand is bad. So the more black sand there is, the better."
"Where is it?" she asked.
"I made a double of it with my bowl, and I keep it with me at all times," said Turtle. He unzipped a pouch at his neck and pulled out the soul reader. (A/N I know this probably didn't happen but play along with it ok?)
Turtle pointed the telescope to himself. It started revolving wildly, the sands in the hourglass shifting and spilling around it. When it stilled, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. Black sand dominated the white.
"Well, that's that," said Turtle. He was about to put the hourglass back in his pouch when it started spinning again.
"What the moons... that's never happened before," Turtle frowned. He let out a yelp as the telescope started twirling wildly. Revolving and twisting and turning until it finally settled, pointing itself at a dragon.
Pointings itself at Wildfire.