Khazak was staring at the Fenrir in front of him with astonishment; he had heard of the Fenrir race in legends, but this was the first time he had seen one in his life. This fenrir was about the size of a cat had snow-white fur, but its paws and the center of its forehead had fur resembling lapis. The Fenrir was curled up on a stone, sleeping quietly and calmly, its chest rising and falling with each breath.
Khazak, although deeply affected, couldn't deny how incredibly cute the scene was. He dropped his sword to the ground and crouched beside the Fenrir, gently reaching out his hand. The moment his hand touched Fenrir's fur, he reflexively pulled it back. Seeing that Fenrir didn't react, he reached out again and began to stroke its back. Its fur was so soft that it felt as if he was caressing the air.
Just then, the Fenrir yawned, and Khazak, with a sudden reflex, grabbed his sword and leapt back. After a long yawn, the Fenrir went back to sleep. Khazak waited for a few seconds, then put his sword aside and brought his face closer to the Fenrir. Just as only a few centimeters remained between them, the Fenrir suddenly opened its eyes. In that split second, its large, round pupils narrowed into slits, and it pounced on Khazak. With that sudden movement, Khazak found himself on the ground with the Fenrir on top of him. As he struggled to push the Fenrir away, he realized that it was only licking his face. Trembling, he let himself go. After a few wet licks, the Fenrir got off Khazak and sat to the side. A few seconds later, when Khazak stood up, the Fenrir circled around and barked. After this sweet sight, Khazak first chuckled, then his chuckles turned into laughter.
Seeing this, the Fenrir started barking as if laughing along with Khazak. After a few more moments of barking, Khazak's laughter gradually subsided, giving way to a sorrowful silence. Noticing this, the Fenrir made soft whimpering sounds and came to sit at Khazak's knees. With a sad smile on his face, Khazak bent down and reached out to pat the Fenrir's head. The moment his hand touched the Fenrir's head, he became acutely aware of where he was again.
This was the place where his father had died. He knelt down and placed his hands on the ground, taking deep breaths. Yes, his father had died right here, and this creature was somehow connected to his death—it had actually been the cause of his father's death. He stood up, took his sword in hand, turned his back, and started walking towards the house without looking at the Fenrir. The Fenrir followed him for a few seconds before trailing behind, but Khazak continued towards the house, unconcerned.
When he reached the house and saw that the Fenrir was still following him, he stopped in his tracks and said quietly to the Fenrir, "Go away." The Fenrir, seeming not to understand, continued to approach Khazak. Looking at the Fenrir, Khazak said again, quietly, "You took my uncle from me." As the Fenrir came closer, now at Khazak's feet, Khazak clenched his fist, trembling from fear and sorrow, and shouted, "YOU TOOK MY UNCLE FROM ME! HOW DARE YOU FOLLOW ME NOW?!"
After the loud shout, the Fenrir paused for a few seconds, then turned around and slowly made its way back into the forest. Khazak felt some regret for his actions, but he couldn't bring himself to befriend the creature that had taken his father from him. Once he was sure the Fenrir had left, he entered his house. The gathering in the village square had ended, and it was already growing dark.
At home, Roran was absent, and with the addition of Uncle Ronny's belongings, there was a sorrowful and somewhat eerie silence. Khazak, exhausted, swayed from side to side as he made his way to his room. He placed his sword beside his bed. There was no specific reason for this; perhaps it made him feel more secure, or maybe he wanted to keep his uncle's last gift close to him. Even he didn't fully understand why, but it wasn't a matter of much concern. He threw himself onto the bed and placed his hand on his forehead, quietly and sobbingly crying.
**Reagon's POV**
Reagon was deeply saddened for Roran, but there was nothing he could do. First and foremost, why had that explosion occurred? He knew it had been a magical explosion, but who had sent it? Was it an enemy attack? But why would anyone attack a remote village? Was it a divine sign? He had long since stopped believing in such things. Deciding to learn what had happened, Reagon headed towards the forest at high speed.
When he reached the explosion site, he looked around for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and spread his mana as tiny particles into the surroundings. At that moment, he could sense everything that his mana touched down to the smallest detail. After a few seconds, he sensed something—a golden-colored mana.
The moment he saw this, Reagon concealed his mana and began running towards it. When he arrived, he couldn't believe his eyes—there was a Fenrir sitting on the ground, whining sadly. Reagon extended his mana in a gentle and peaceful manner. The Fenrir noticed him but made no move. Reagon approached the Fenrir slowly, and when he realized it harbored no ill intentions, he began to softly pet it. During this time, he fell into deep thought; Why was a Fenrir here? Had it lost its way? But being here right after the explosion... Yes, the most logical explanation was that the Fenrir had been teleported here by a teleportation spell, but why? Why would such a rare creature be sent to such a place? Especially when there was already a war with demons... At that moment, it dawned on Reagon—this Fenrir had been sent to him, and there could be only one explanation. People were in dire straits, and they needed the old mage knight Reagon.
Reagon took the small Fenrir into his arms and carried it home. Upon arriving, he needed to establish a bond with the Fenrir. Fenrirs were descendants of a divine being known as "Great Fenrir," who was a colossal creature. According to legends, Great Fenrir was killed by a warrior named Vidarr in ancient times, and over time, his descendants lost their divinity, reaching their current size. Today, Fenrirs, at their largest, range between 8 to 18 meters in length from tail to nose.
Although they had lost their divinity, Fenrirs still carried the blood of a god, which gave their mana a golden hue, making them a great boon for humans to harness. Additionally, Fenrirs were known for their divine loyalty. If a Fenrir did not acquire a master in its early days, it would live a wild life. However, if it did choose a master, it would never part from that master for the rest of its life.
This white Fenrir, although rare, was known for its ease of bonding and remarkable loyalty. While most Fenrirs were generally gray, there was a small chance of them being white, as in the case of this Fenrir. Now, Reagon needed to establish himself as the Fenrir's master. Since he thought it wouldn't be too difficult due to the Fenrir's white color, he gave it a piece of meat. The Fenrir ate the meat with relish, but Reagon didn't feel any connection with it yet. He played games with the Fenrir, gave it more meat, and did everything he could, but it was in vain. At that moment, Reagon realized that this Fenrir had already found itself a master.