Franklin turned and smiled to the young girl. "I see, so your human form is immature then. I can ask the spirits for help, but this may be out of the range of my magic. By the way, my name is Franklin."  He offered his hand to the girl in a form of greeting. "There are many more of our kind that just us. there are wolves, cats, snakes, any breed of animal really. The Dragoons are the top, they are bread from dragons. And they have called all sorts of us to their valley for something."<br/><br/>"Here, hold my hand. You don't need to know how to do a spirit walk, just let my guide you along." His eyes were sincere. He wanted to help this creature. No, she wasn't a creature, she was just like him, alone, lost, trying to make sense of this world that hated them so much. "And yes, you're more than welcome to stay here. Our chances are much better if we stick together." He smiled at her. "Besides, I wouldn't let anything happen to another of my kind."