[i]Quincy was strolling around the halls, trying to remember exactly what had transgressed before he had entered the dojo. One moment he was outside sipping his tea, and the next trying to prevent a group of people from nearly frying his small, furry, and skinny self. After the long journey here, his form was so thin, looking at him, it was hard to decide which gender he was until he spoke. Once he saw the girl on the ground he froze. He hadnt been this close to a human not trying to kill him in months. He snapped out of the daze and swung his cloak off his shoulders, revealing his fluffy-ish torso, his legs covered by cotton trousers. He laid his cloak on top of the still, but breathing, figure, feeling the cold air seep into his still damp fur from when he fell into a lake on the way here.[/i]