The dream passed like some kind of story and Fuxiao felt an obligation to try to know it. He had to wonder if this was part of waking in the new world. But when the portals manifested and his eyes caught sight of the wraiths in the second, he felt his legs instinctively rush forward, as if the guide and the other portals suddenly meant nothing. As if the entire thing he had been trying to understand had been swept away. Because as he landed within the fighting and the wraiths, his eyes found Yueshi—a mass that always drew him in.

Yueshi! he called as he slipped through others, weaving his way toward his friend and baring his fangs to any wraith who dared to approach them. He was turned opposite of Yueshi, shoulder to rump, rump to shoulder, pressing himself against the other to let him know he was here. Here. By your side.