"It's okay, it's okay...only gonna hurt for a second, I promise," he murmurs as the fox grumbles. When he pulls free, Cricket makes a little noise of concern. If the fox runs off, there's no way he can catch it to help it.

Maybe it's a good thing he had the jacket over it after all. Rolling forward, he crawls to catch up and gathers the animal closer in the jacket, uncaring about the blood, but trying to be gentle--and also not to get bitten.

"Okay, take it easy, you're a'ight. You gonna let me look at that leg? Be best if I can clean and bandage it up..."