Fenrir And Vixie

Fenrir was overlooking the base and its surroundings from one of the watchtowers. She was quiet, eerily so, as her thoughts were occupied with Emily—her Master.

Ever since Vixie joined them, she hadn't been able to spend time with her Master. It was one thing after another without rest, and she couldn't, for the life of her, find a way to get close to Master.

She stretched her limbs and yawned as her wolf ears twitched. Memories of the time before she had met Emily came crashing in, and she had to suppress them as they filled her with a sense of nostalgia.

She let out a whimpering human howl and was about to sit when her nose scented something. She turned around, and Vixie was right before her, with her fake smile and soft expression.

Fenrir didn't even try to strike a conversation with her; she immediately turned her back on Vixie, as if what she had just seen was a phantom, nothing worth remembering.