Faolan wasn't sure what alerted him to the fox first - the yipping, or the fact that it was a fox on a fire escape, and it seemed to be trying to get his attention. Faolan wasn't going to try and argue against it -- he needed to get away, and fast. If this creature, whatever it was, had some better idea of how to do so, all the more power to him. If it was a trap..

Well, Faolan supposed, sucking in a breath and wading through the crowd towards the fox, he supposes he's still got his knives if nothing else. As he reached the edge of the crowd and made a leap of faith that this fox really was signalling to him, he was going to hope that this really was an effort to help, though.