Francis decided to make a bit of a test for the woman. He didn't trust her enough to invite her to his home, so every time she would catch up to him, he would dart away and have her go in a random direction again for a while.<br/><br/>And damn she was persistent. Once he was sure she wasn't going to leave until she had answers, he hid behind a tree and morphed, waiting for her to pass him, and grabbed her arm, signaling for her not to make any noise with his other hand. Once he was sure she wouldn't speak, he sniffed her a bit.<br/><br/>Definitely had traces of some sort of canine. Then was she... like him?<br/><br/>"I'm not the only one?" he muttered as he let go of her in slight surprise and panic. Surprise because he had yet to meet another half breed. but panic? Wasn't it obvious?<br/><br/>Didn't wolves eat foxes?<br/><br/>He took a few steps back and whimpered. If he was a fox right now his tail would definitely be in between his legs. "I... ummm..." he started before his foot causght a tree root and he fell backwards. "P-please don't k-kill me!" he begged.