"I can smell that much." Francis said smiling. "You've got a small cut on your left knee there. I just wanted to test a theory." when this kid looked at him quizzically he sighed. "Demons can't lie, can they? Half or not. Well I suppose I should introduce myself. The name's Francis Keldros. Yes, it's a foreign last name. My father was one of these."<br/><br/>And with that, Francis shifted to his fox form. His fluffiness was only matched by being downright adorable, and the little fox walked over to the person he saved and began to look for all the world like a cat with his actions. He stopped after a moment, and reverted to his 19 year old state, shaking his head as if ashamed and embarrassed. "I-I'm so sorry, my instincts took over and I just couldn't stop myself for some reason!" He said running into the cabin in the clearing.<br/><br/>"Damnit! That was a guy and I just- Oh god I feel like I'm gonna puke!" he mumbled as he began pacing. He heard the sound of hunters giving up on their attempts to get through his barrier, and he smirked despite his current emotional turmoil. "Their stupidity in times of crisis never ceases to amaze." he muttered. seeing that his guest was now at his door, he said, "Look, can we keep that between us? I don't suppose demons eat raw meat do they, because that's really all I have. Deer and fish. Heheh... fox stomach you know. at least I don't have to worry about cooking, huh?"