The next few days wore down on Moulin. Sitting at his desk in the library, he immersed himself deeply in his studies. A faint crease between his slender brows showed itself every five minutes. Sighing, the youth leaned back listlessly. Silvery eyes dazedly stared at the ornate ceiling.
He couldn't help but be distracted. When will the expedition return? The approximate date had already passed. Dread began to plague his chest since yesterday.
'Perhaps... something terrible had happened..."
Worry filled his thoughts, somewhat draining his energy. A certain little beast perked up his ears. The little snow-white fox bounced as he trotted on the desk towards his despondent master. His round, beady eyes blinked pitifully, reflecting his master's worried look.
Moulin revealed a faint smile, staring at himself into Snow's eyes.
