"Three for each student, assuming they don't mess it up." Heine glances back to make sure that Curtiss is following instructions. Satisfied that he's at least no longer yanking the flowers out of the ground, he goes back to staring out into the trees.

Another branch breaks. Heine lets his mind empty out, just listening and waiting, basing his next action on instinct alone.

He casts a spell (Cescensum!) that knocks back the first creature that tries to charge into the clearing. That riles whatever else is waiting, but they're warier now.

"Some kind of dog." He absently rummages in a pocket for a plastic zip bag that he throws at the student. "Put them in here."