Vanya sat on Elmo's back, behind Logan. Holding on to the flying wolf's soft fur, occasionally gripping hard.
The wolf swooped high into the sky.
Vanya watched Logan from behind, noticing how the young man in front of her sat up straight, carried out every action with courage, made decisions with confidence, and kept on fighting without looking tired.
Vanya saw Logan as the person she really wanted to be like, as someone who would become the leader of a race as a whole. The one responsible for continuing the leadership of the previous king, whom Vanya recognized, had the same personality as Logan.
Elmo flew swiftly, flapping his wings in the sky, maneuvering through the air. The night wind blew, brushing against their bodies, making Vanya's long hair fall in waves in the wind.
"Logan?"
Vanya softly called out to Logan, but it was enough for them to hear each other. People at their tier have abilities above the average human being, including their senses.
