( Fun xD It must be a good fire horse photo )

The horse warily watches you, shying away for a few moments before inching forward. He sniffs you for a few seconds, checking you out. Then he softly breathes in your face, a warm cloud of smoke rolling over your face, to let you know he trusts you.

Farren listens to the person escorting him as he travels down the halls, taking note of what he said he had to do. "You're to check up on this Deamon, yes, and I will guard you until you have finished your job. Then leave the rest to us, understood Foerstner?" The man barks.
"Yes, sir." Farren says, with a small smile, easily imagining the man as a yapping chihuahua. Then his thoughts turn to wondering if a Deamon would have to be treated differently than a Human. The man opens the door to let Farren in.

(xD Is still in wolf form btw)
I rumble in happiness. Suddenly my ears prick up as I hear a noise, I crouch, snarling. I stalk up too the door with a growl.

(Okey dokey.)

The horse skitters away when the door opens. He keeps away from the Humans when they enter.
The man that came with Farren - who I might need to give a name to just so I don't sound boring and repetitive - turns on an extra set of lights to make the room brighter. The light makes the fourth being hiss slightly and draw back.
Farren enters hesitantly, already scanning the room for the Deamon. "Hello?"
"Don't bother talking. They don't respond anymore." The man says, talking about the ones who've been here for longer time than Cara.
"oh. Ok." Farren shuffles his feet nervously as he hears the door lock shut behind him. A cage wall separates himself and the man from the rest of the creatures, but Farren still feels closer than he felt comfortable with, the fear spurred on by the knowledge that he didn't know what the creatures were capable of. He felt as caged in as the creatures were and, just like them, he could do nothing about it.

I pad up to Farren, tail swishing happily. I rise up and place my front paws on his chest and lick his nose.

Farren hums happily and pets her head gently, giggling when she licks his nose. The man takes her off his charge, telling Farren to do his thing and Cara to behave herself and change into her Deamon form so he could heal wherever she had gotten hit by the bullets.

I bare my fangs at the guard but fall back and change into my demon form.

Farren recognizes her as the Deamon that has helped him from before and smiles more. "Is it alright if I help you? Do... do you want to be helped?" He asks for permission before checking her over.

I nod, keeping my eye on the guard

The guard won't do anything unless Cara does.
Farren makes mental notes as he runs a hand over her injured wing, pausing before continuing to keep his hands to himself. "Thankfully the bullet passed through. It'd be harder to take one out." He says with a small, hesitant laugh. He binds the wing and continued to mend any minor wounds she may have. When his work is finished, he bows and backs up. "You're good to go now. Stay safe." Farren says with a smile.

"Thank you" I murmur, I nod in thanks and change back into my wolf form.