"Wait... you thought we were going to hunt with these?" Francis asked Elin, referring to the rifles. he chuckled. "These are only so real hunters think we are one of them! I don't know about you, but I'm definitely going to hunt in my fox form when we get where we're going."<br/><br/>When Elin's eyes went wide, he smiled. "Just you wait till you find the little secret I know of in the hunting grounds!" He grabbed her hand, then ran out the door, heading further into the forest. About five minutes into running through the forest, they came across a man who looked like he had lost his way and was fearing for his life. The man was muttering something about running out of ammo a half hour ago and Francis, being the kind of person that he was, couldn't decide whether to play a trick on the poor fellow, or help him out. In the end, he glanced at Elin as if to say "What do you think?"<br/><br/>After all he couldn't get into trouble if the man was alone now, could he?