"No! That's just Thunder!"
Luan looked down as Arianell screamed, but he didn't let go of his sword. The bright orange little fox with three eyes barked at him aggressively, dragging him away from the girl.
"Thunder, where are your manners? You shouldn't be biting our guest…" The orange ball whined to Arianell, as she took it into her arms.
The grey wolf, who was observing the situation calmly, also ran to her, circling her three times before asking for a hug, waiving both of its tails.
"You too, Whisper. Where have you guys been?"
Luan lowered his sword but stayed alert. If his mind wasn't playing a trick on him, these were undoubtedly magical beasts.
How could it be?
He then remembered the favourite story of count Randel. Every time he got drunk, he would tell them again and again, about how his daughter was loved by the Forest. Just shortly after she was born, countless magical beasts gathered around the house to get a glimpse of the baby.
