Keyo whines softly. Whimpering. <Sorry...I oopsies your back with my claws.> he says sadly. He huggles into him. He nuzzles softly. Trembling still. <But...you might die...> he whines mentally. Freezing rigid as the hunters are heard,<span style="font-style: italic">We know the damn demon brat is here! Spread out! I want that kitsune found! He is to be brought to me dead or alive! Preferably...alive!</span>