A familiar brightness filled Moulin's vision. His fingers flexed while being held by Hadrian's hand in a locking grip. The scent of flowers and the fresh breeze of the morning cooled his mind soothingly. The windows were opened wide, welcoming the wind.
Snow felt the cool breeze and his mood instantly brightened. He jumped down from Moulin's head with a skillful hop and began to explore the strange room. His little paws creating tapping sounds as he scurried around.
Feeling the floorboards beneath his boots, Moulin instantly knew that they were inside Hadrian's old study. His silver eyes eyed the wolf figurines in the glass cabinets with amusement. Until his gaze fell on a particular object placed alone inside a single shelf of the cabinet. A red soft-looking cushion settled beneath it. It glistened under the glare of the daylight. Moulin's face suddenly flushed red in realization.
