"Who—who are you?" The young boy, a wolfkin appearing to be around fifteen years old with white, fuzzy hair and wearing a blue tunic, greets us.
"Oh? Lyon! Is your father home?" Sophia inquires.
"Ermm, I'm sorry, but who are you?" the boy responds hesitantly.
"Hehe, you're a wolfkin, yet you can't recognize me?" Sophia smirks.
"Wait!" Lyon sniffs the air. "This perfume… you're Sophia, big sis!"
"Good boy!" Sophia says, patting the kid's head with a gentle smile. "By the way, have you gotten taller? At this rate, you're going to get a girlfriend soo—"
"There's no time, please, help my sister!" Lyon interrupts, his eyes wide with worry as he tugs at her arm, urging her inside.
"Waa, wait!" Sophia stumbles forward, caught off guard.. "You mean Lumi? What happened? Is she alright?"
"Please, just come!"
It seems there's an urgent matter at hand. The boy hardly acknowledges me as Sophia and I hurriedly follow him inside the house.
