Mother Red Fox led Little Red Fox skimming over the mud, their figures vanishing into the hazy curtain of rain, gradually blending into the thick, dark sky.
Luna's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she lowered the hand holding her Wand.
As the magic faded, the leaves gathered in midair scattered down one after another.
She slowly let out a breath, a faint smile appearing on her face, her eyes shining with joy.
Yet deep within that joy hid a trace of almost imperceptible sadness, like fallen leaves drifting silently in the rain.
Vizet sensed it keenly, so he gently drew her into his arms and quietly stayed with her in the rain.
"They're safe..." Luna leaned against Vizet's soaked chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, her arms around his waist. "That's wonderful!"
Though the rain pattered all around them, Luna's ethereal voice still reached Vizet's ears clearly, and he answered softly, "Wonderful."
Another cold gust blew over. Luna realized something, rose onto her toes, and whispered by Vizet's ear, "Let's go back!"
Vizet looked at Luna, and an idea sprouted in his heart. "Do you want to go back a different way?"
He had already acted on it, turning around with his back to Luna and crouching down. "Let's go back like this!"
Luna froze for a moment. She really had almost forgotten when the last time was that someone had carried her on their back.
Perhaps it had been when her mother was still there. Back then, she could feel her father's broad back, and she could feel her mother's warm back too, carrying her along the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley...
The warmth coming from Vizet's back pulled Luna back to reality.
Before she knew it, she was already lying against his back, her hands gently around his