A vast mountain range had greeted her upon release of her debilitating condition, but the glittering lights underneath the glow of stars, and that one in particular, was not the scenery into which she knew to walk. Her slender arms coiled around the small animal nestled between them and her chest; a white-furred critter unique his own.
A critter curious, and who squeezed himself out from her grip in a moment lost gazing at the spectacle of such a city so modern. With a small cry, Mashu registered the escape, and immediately gave chase.
“Fou-kun! Wait. Come back, Fou-kun!”
As fast as they could, her legs carried her, with all thought of direction and where precisely they were in the first place, shoved aside. So long as that speedy bundle of fur was visible.
He might have saved her, but he was a troublesome little thing sometimes.