The mother red fox swept through the mud with her cub, their figures vanishing into the hazy curtain of rain and gradually blending into the darkening 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 appeared on her face, and her eyes gleamed with delight.
Yet beneath that joy lay a trace of barely perceptible sorrow, like fallen leaves silently drifting through the rain.
Wizet keenly noticed it and gently drew her into his arms, quietly keeping her company beneath the curtain of rain.
"They're safe..." Luna leaned against Wizet's soaked chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "That's wonderful!"
Despite the patter of rain, Luna's ethereal voice still reached Wizet's ears clearly. He softly replied, "It is."
Another gust of cold wind blew in. Realizing something, Luna rose onto her tiptoes and whispered into Wizet's ear, "Let's go back!"
Wizet looked Luna over, an idea forming in his mind. "How about we go back another way?"
He had already put it into action, turning his back to Luna and bending down. "We'll go back like this!"
Luna froze for a moment. She had truly forgotten when she had last been carried on someone's back.
Perhaps it had been when her mother was still alive. Back then, she could feel her father's broad back, and her mother's warm one, carrying her along the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley...
The warmth from Wizet's back pulled Luna back to reality.
Before she knew it, she was already lying on his back, her hands lightly wrapped around his neck and her cheek pressed beside his ear.
Wizet held her