Orion, noticing Findir's discomfort, offered a reassuring smile. He stepped forward and pulled Findir into a warm, supportive hug. "Good luck out there. Remember, you're not alone in this."
Findir's cheeks flushed slightly at the close contact, and he gave a sheepish grin as he stepped back. "Thanks, Orion. I'll make sure to get the job done."
With a final nod, Findir turned to leave. The leopard, ever loyal, leaped gracefully into Findir's shadow, disappearing seamlessly into the darkness. Findir closed his eyes, focusing on the wind magic that would carry him away.
In a swift, fluid motion, Findir's form began to blur and dissolve. The wind howled gently around him, and within moments, he had transformed into a gust of wind, his silhouette vanishing into the air. The leopard, now a shadowy presence, melded perfectly with Findir's form as they both slipped away, disappearing into the night.
