The gentle glow that swept through his body didn't phase him as much as it should have.

	Dannisus was crouched quietly on a sturdy branch encompassed by layers upon layers of foliage. His perch was several meters above the clearing that Devlin and Ren traipsed into, and offered him a significant vantage of the land beneath him. Even so, despite the harmless pulse of magical energy, he hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. While peering through the leaves with both eyes narrowed to mere slits, he kept himself totally concealed. The little... Whatever it was, had been summoned by Devlin's earlier vocalization. Dannisus reeled back slowly and cocked his head to one side.

	At first it didn't bother him, but the scent of mana creeping out of his pores was beginning to pluck at his patience. It was hard to put a finger on it at first, [i]impossible[/i] even. But when the rest of the group approached, it became quite clear that they'd fallen victim to the same enchantment that struck him. It began to worry him. The nature of the magic was alien, and he didn't have enough time, or the tools, to investigate while [i]perched in a goddamn tree.[/i] A small puff of air escaped his nose with a little hiss. The day wasn't going to get any better at this rate.

	His ears perked up as the conversation beneath him continued, which pulled his eyes back towards Devlin and Ren's little situation. The girl they had summoned was more peculiar than the magic she'd conjured to [i]mark them.[/i] The skull in which she took refuge didn't bring much clarity either, but her words were [i]far from welcoming.[/i] Dannisus began taking deep breaths through his nose to survey the immediate area, while keeping his eyes fixated on the little witch. Carefully, one of his hands began to feel through his pack as he singled out the scents that didn't belong.

	There was more magic at play here than the harmless enchantment that plagued him and his [b]temporary[/b] allies. He could smell it vividly within the forest. It stuck out like a sore thumb... Or rather, a filthy hand, reaching [b]all five if its grimy fingers[/b] into his forest with a handful of trouble. He turned his head slightly, keeping the sharp-toothed little witch rested nicely in the corner of his vision. What the hell were these smells? They shifted their odors and changed in intensity at random intervals that he couldn't place to a pattern of any sort. He squashed a mana orb between his fingers. An enchantment flooded his left claw giving it a feint glow - an enchantment that sealed Mana flow on contact for 30 seconds - in preparation for the worst. He wasn't about to investigate five unfamiliar mana sources on his own. If this little witch proved a significant threat however, he'd make a point of disabling her before she could cause a ruckus. Part of him considered a swift retreat, but how far would he get with this [i]beacon of mana[/i] on his person? Not very.

	[i]'Myah...'[/i]