"Hah... hah... hah... Damn these bastards!" Francis leaned against a tree, out of ideas, and out of breath. He knew if he didn't do something they'd find his home, and he'd have to move again and start the search over from square one. "If only I had a little more time to—what was that?"<br/><br/>A few feet away he heard a yelp from someone, decidedly male, and against his better judgment, he went to check it out. what he found was a young woman being cornered by a hunter, and another man lying unconscious on the ground.<br/><br/>"Bitch! You're min-HEY!"<br/><br/>Francis had removed his red ball from his coat and rolled it towards the hunter, where it became a large boulder and hit him squarely in the back, causing him to drop his weapon. as he turned, all he saw was a small fox, that walked over to him and promptly bit into his leg.<br/><br/>"YEOWCH! I'll be back, you hear me?" the hunter limped away, and Francis turned to leave... but then he thought about it. Why were hunters trying to kill a human woman in the first place, and why did he care at all? he turned to the woman and as if to say 'follow me' he winked and scampered off into the woods.