Cer sprinted to keep up with the little fox. She was getting tired and frustrated. The little fox only seemed to make matters worse by darting to and fro and changing directions.<br/><br/>“Just take me where you are going to take me already!” She spat in between breaths.<br/><br/>Suddenly the fox darted out of sight. Cer slowed her pace to a stop and was about to catch its scent when a hand grabbed her. She turned and snarled, baring somewhat enlighten canines at her captor. She watched him cautiously as he put a finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. She didn’t move, she waited to see what the kid would do before making her own move.<br/><br/>Then she watched him sniff the air. There was a pause then the boy broke the silence. “I’m not the only one?” Then he left go and stumbled backwards away from her.<br/><br/>She could smell his fear and something else. Taking a deeper breath in she could smell the scent of fox on him. Not like a lingering scent of a pet but as the full scent of him.<br/><br/>“Please don’t kill me!” She heard him whimper. He was on the ground now, most likely tripped.<br/><br/>Cer sighed and moved a little closer. She didn’t trust him still but he was something like herself.  “I’m not gonna kill you. You’re too scrawny anyway.” Now a nice plump rabbit sounded more like a meal. “Who are you?”