With as often as Morgen skinwalked into her, the bond between boy and dog was something stronger than the already unshakable bond between a dog and their master. She had been fearful the first time he had seen through her eyes, but then, so had he. Over the course of nearly two years, it seemed as if sometimes they could communicate on a different wavelength; she could feel his emotions, and he hers... and right now, she was getting the impression that her boy was not very fond of this tall man who smelled of blood. The dog's lips peeled back and she gave a low, throaty growl in his direction. 

Morgen frowned and gave Spot a reassuring pet along her head. No, Morgen did [i]not[/i] like this man, and he wished Morwen hadn't approached them. He didn't feel much safer being around this alleged hunter, and would have rather taken their chances on their own. 

He didn't look at Johannes, following his sister's instruction... somewhat. While his eyes weren't closed, they were downcast, averted. The hunter or his scribe would need to be eye-to-eye with him to see the telltale marks of magic anyhow. 

"Blind, sir. Not stupid. Know what [i]is[/i] dumb, though? Walking up and talkin' to an obvious ill-intent fire enchanter instead of catching him off-guard, and letting [i]him[/i] get the drop on [i]you[/i] instead, risking the lives of everyone around, and causin' a whole building to burn to the ground. You'd be dead if it weren't for my sister. Or at least, extra crispy."