Seeing the footman run off, Sakuya sighed a bit frustratedly. Though his cheeks were slightly tinged, he was far from furious. Moreover, he was slightly annoyed that even in a dire situation, Ryuu would take things so lightly. As he gazed off, however, he did feel a bit old. Though he had the energy to chase after a hyper seven-year-old, he didn't know if he had the heart to. It would be easier just to chill and wait for Ryuu to do it. Widening his pink eyes slightly, he shook those thoughts out of his head. He was head butler! He didn't have time to think like- he shivered at the thought- Ryuu. Just a few moments around the relaxed male, and he was already feeling ready to spread out his form and take a catnap. 

With a new stern look, the older youkai ran off to catch up to young Davis. With any luck, Mistress was still asleep and wouldn't have his head for this... Metaphorically, of course. As he stepped into the thick underbrush of the woods, Sakuya took a deep breath. It was very faint, but... he could smell the linen on Davis' clothes. Unless that was Ryuu, in which case he would smack the footman on the head for getting in his way, even though it was he who asked the other for his assistance. Suddenly, Davis' scent was gone and Sakuya stopped awkwardly, looking at the ground for tiny footprints, which he found by way of little... fox tracks? Narrowing his eyes, he was alerted to a new danger and closed his eyes from the impact of the aura. Why didn't he smell it before? Earthy and rich, smelling like blood and chlorophyll... 

The young boy was already on the verge of tears. "Oh noes..." He murmured to himself, trying to keep moving, which was a horrible thing to do when you were lost, really. "What if I never find my way back? What if Grandmother forgets that I left and she gets so shocked she dies?" Davis gulped, not wanting to be responsible for a death. And then... there was another howl. Aha! Exactly the reason he had come into the woods in the first place! His confidence momentarily, Davis, (like any other little boy with a vivid imagination and too much time on his hands,) began to run toward the howl. He was careful not to trip over any roots, as he had already done that previously, much to his own embarrassment. 

"Oww!" He squeaked as his face was batted by a leafy tree branch. Gritting his teeth, the auburn haired youth continued, in what was in his mind, a perilous quest to save a what could be a cute little puppy, or maybe a raccoon! He loved raccoons. What did everyone call them in grandmother's house? Ta.. nu.. kis? That never made much sense to him, but neither did kimonos or green tea, so he supposed it made sense because it didn't make sense. Rubbing his hazel eyes, Davis realized he was making himself dizzy with all the nonsense thinking... 

Sakuya, realizing that Davis was getting closer and closer to the monster, had already gone to where the tiny kitsune had fainted. Above everything short of Davis' safety, Constance made sure to let everyone know to hide their true forms- little children growing up in modern America didn't need to be considered nutjobs because they had seen a youkai. So, without changing forms nor uttering a word, the butler leapt forward like a tiger and slashed whatever the thing was to bits- or at least until it retreated. Some sort of goo had gotten into his fingers and fell in globlets on the ground, and the pink-haired man wrinkled his nose in distaste. Hearing Davis far before he got close enough, Sakuya made sure to get out of sight. perhaps it would be better if davis didn't know he had been here... 

The small child saw what appeared to be a dead, bloody mess. And it was furry, which made Davis scream. Was it dead? He wanted to run away, but he needed to know for sure- he couldn't tell what kind of animal it was from here. So slowly, he crept to the thing, and crouched so he got a really good look at it. It looked like... a fox? But the vulpine he had seen in city zoos were much, much bigger! Maybe it was a baby fox. Biting his lip, davis had never seen anything dead except for bugs, but he didn't count those. Suddenly, he reached down to pet it out of what must have been childlike curiosity. Did a dead thing feel different from an alive thing? But to his surprise, his fingers were met with a gentle pulse. Moved from the verge of tears to a wide grin, Davis scooped up the fox without hesitation. It was hurt, no question about that. Holding it close, Davis got a better look at the thing. He hoped he hadn't hurt the poor thing, but at this point, it didn't look like it mattered anymore. 

"Don't worry, Mr. Fox. I'll bring you back to the mansion, and you'll be alright!" He murmured softly, contemplating where he could go.