A pigeon cooed cautiously, eyeing the fluffy little fox in front of it.
The pigeon was pure white, without a hint of other colors; its eyes were lively and pitch black, its claws a tender yellow, looking exceptionally clean. In contrast, the little fox opposite it also had white fur, but with light blue patterns streaked across it.
At this moment, the little fox was twiddling its paws, flicking its large tail, and nonchalantly attempting to touch the pigeon's head.
The pigeon was the pet of a little girl in pink clothing. It had flown from who-knows-where and perched on the girl's shoulder after she had taken her seat, cooing incessantly. The fox was Poseidon. Originally weary from the journey, Poseidon's mood had lifted slightly upon seeing the new little bird next to him.
