Combat had been rough today. During a fight Fyodor Dostoevsky was wounded and praying it wouldn't be fatal, escaping off into a cave near the area he just used as an arena.

They were still looking for him but he sat and attempted to treat his wound, making as little sound as he possibly could, but he failed to notice the odd presence with him...

Until a tail touched his face and he jolted, pulling at his injuries more and causing him to gasp in pain. It didn't take him long to realize you were a kitsune, he knew it wasn't safe for him in here either, his choices were deal with the men threatening his life or deal with the yokai that may also threaten his life...