Donovan opened the door - only to have a dark, furry shape go darting past his feet, ankles and shins. He knew of course exactly what it was - the little fox, making a break for it. Donovan didn't hear the sounds of combat or sense Dean being in any danger, so he shut the door, then turned - intent on gathering up the sneaky fox and carrying her back to the hold.<br/><br/>She reached the railing, leaning up against it with her front paws, making her soft muffled fox-barking sounds as if crying for help. Donovan chuckled - it almost looked -cute-, the way she leaned up there trying to howl for aid, but there was no one else on the dock now, or if there was, they weren't paying attention to what sounded like a yowling of a dog.<br/><br/>"Little fox... you don't want to make a jump for it," Donovan said as he began to stalk towards her. They were -really- far from the pier now, and Donovan was pretty sure the little fox wouldn't be able to make that long a jump. "If anyone hears you, they are just going to think you're a wharf-hound, barking at a cat or a mouse or something," he said, as he slowly got closer to her. His voice was gentle, as was his approach. He had no desire to harm her, and perhaps a more calm, gentle approach would calm her down a bit. Maybe.<br/><br/>She suddenly jerked backward, as if recoiling from something... the shadows, perhaps? Or maybe she saw something in the water? They were safe on the boat, as far as Donovan was concerned, but she darted away, out of sight amongst a small pile of crates further down the ship's small deck. She was hiding - from him, from the world, he wasn't entirely sure.<br/><br/>Donovan was mindful of his connection with Dean... if there was any issues below, Donovan would be able to respond quickly. But at the moment, all else seemed fine except the runaway fox. Donovan approached the pile of crates.<br/><br/>"Come on, little fox. There's no place to run - and you know I am not going to hurt you," he said. "If I was, I already had plenty of chances to do so, but I didn't. Come on out," he invited her as he very gently, very quietly and very slowly began to move crates away one by one, removing the various hiding places she might find, bit by bit....