Draiss stared at the mutated displacer beasts, before shaking his head. "Not yet, we watch, we learn, and then we strike. Those displacer beasts are strange, smaller and more agile than normal, they are about the size of a normal person, not the monsters they usually are. And all of them have an extra combat tentacle, longer and finer than the others. Look carefully between their front-most shoulder blades. The two usual growths for their tentacles are their, but there is another one in the middle, smaller, but much harder to see, like that limb has a permanent invisibility spell on it. I suspect that is a poisonous tentacle, likely a paralyzing or something similar. Notice how they are waiting and watching?"<br/><br/>He was watching the displacer beasts, before suddenly stepping to the side as another displacer beast pounced where he had been. He idly crushed its head with one hand, while the other flashed out at empty air, like he was trying to grab something that wasn't there, but when he caught it, the entire tentacle revealed itself. It was about as thick as his index finger, and nearly twenty feet long, and the end wasn't a pad like the other two, but a wickedly sharp needle, dripping a liquid onto his hand. The other displacer beasts immediately turned as he killed the one that had tried to attack him, and he got the sudden impression the entire pack not only knew he was there, but that his companions were as well. There was a brief pause, and again he got the impression that they were communicating, but he couldn't say how, some kind of psionic ability, perhaps, or maybe a shared mind between them? It didn't matter, they were already disappearing into the forest in pairs, though he could sense that each pair that left stopped a bit further, watching them so a pair that stayed back could pull back, a leap frog retreat.<br/><br/>He shivered slightly, it was far to reminiscent of another creature he knew of, one that had been hunted into extinction due to the fact that they had been nearly as dangerous as that pack had probably been, and that was only when they were paired. Wyrsa, they had been called, like a greyhound magically crossed with a snake. He looked down at the poison on his hand, and felt his eyes widen in shock. "This is one of the most dangerous poisons I have ever encountered or heard about. Paralyzes, damages both constitution and dexiterity, both initial and secondary, and secondary repeats until the poison is cured with magic or the person dies. Worse, in its own way, then mummy rot."<br/><br/>He collected a small sample, before portalling the corpse to his lab for later study, as these mutations were almost controlled. Something was directing the changes, and he needed to know how. That done, he turned his attention back to the females, though he wasn't admiring their bodies, he was calculating how many would be needed to deal with just that pack of displacer beasts. And the numbers were NOT encouraging.