Elin's feline mouth curled into a distinct smile, revealing her canines. "You should have listened to me when I was angry... never anger a predator." Still, she remained on the floor, showing no signs of agression. "I won't eat you. You're too cute for that. And small. There's not much to enjoy in terms of food." The snow leopard yawned and rose from the floor, moving over to the blanket Elin had placed on the floor. Each step of a paw was silent, just like that of a feline predator. But once you learned to read the eyes and the demeanor of a leopard, you knew when to be on your guard and when to relax.<br/><br/>"Don't sweat! I just ate anyway. Like I said, you're too small of a meal... and too cute." The cat smirked as it settled down on the blanket. Just as she was about to relax, the gunshot caused her to pounce up into a position of defense, with ears facing back, flat against her furry head. Hunters this deep in the forest! Francis seemed to have an answer to this, however, as he flung what looked like an empty tape roll, which created a thick and tall forest wall. Elin was in awe. How was that possible? Then again he was a fox; master of tricks. It was to be expected, yet it was still impressive.<br/><br/>"Good night Francis. And thank you. You probably saved my life tonight."<br/><br/>She relaxed on her blanket again, trying to find sleep. Thoughts of life in the city haunted her mind, but eventually exhaustion overcame her and she slumped over into an even more relaxed position.