The wolf stifled a laugh. The poor kid was still so afraid of her. She sighed and tried her best to seem less menacing. “Alright Francis, you can treat me to dinner.” She finally said. Cer was used to hunting for herself so having something already dead seemed like an okay idea.<br/><br/>She followed the fox-boy to his home and cocked her head to the side a little when he shouted into the empty house. Immediately she became defensive. Her senses were alert as she entered. Scents, fresh and stale, wafted past her sensitive nose. There was no other scents besides Francis’ and this made her relax.<br/><br/>She followed him to the kitchen where she watched him pull meat from the fridge. “I’ll eat it raw, thank you.” She immediately said. She wasn’t sure if the kid ate more like a human or more like an animal. Cer tended to give into her animal instinct when it came to fighting and hunting. “So why act like you don’t live alone?” She asked, referencing his announcement as they walked inside. “Being silent would be more beneficial than announcing your presence to whatever enemy may be lurking about.”<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk