[h3][color=red]Rhys[/color][/h3]

  Merely disregarding the troubled girl (and the fatigue), Rhys began distancing himself from the tree in slow, meticulous steps. He stopped, taking a glance at his fully outstretched right hand, middle finger barely touching the umber-brown tree bark of the stationary living being that was keeping him from not toppling over. Unwavering, he stepped away, the ephemeral moment fleeting by.

  Thus commenced his ironically irresolute footfalls as he plastered on a serious face, observing his feet. He kept track of where he was going from his peripheral vision. The scene was rather zany, actually. A grown man--though young--aggressively trying to master the art of walking--or, in general, using legs. The newly turned human male sought to conquer whatever weakness his new unfamiliar body provided. A small feeling of triumph harbored itself within him as his aimless steps grew more undaunted, and his expression grew lighter. However, it would soon turn to regret later on for not being cognizant of his companion's unmindful actions. 

  Abruptly, he sensed the steady stream of magic energy that surrounded the little area they were in weaken and soon utterly diminish, sucked back into its source. Once again, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he ceased in his tracks, glancing at where he sensed the source was. Rhys noticed that En had sealed the scroll.

  His gut feeling told him something was wrong. [i][color=red]But what?[/color][/i] That is, until he realized of the approaching danger, also known as wild animals.