“Hey!— HEY!! Quit that!” Diluc hurriedly ran over to you, grabbing you by the scruff of your small fox form. He shook his head. This was the fourth time this week he or any of his workers caught you munching on the grapes in his vineyard… And it was only Tuesday. “It’s always something with you…”

He walked out of the vineyard, putting you down on the outside of his property. “Now go,” Diluc ordered, pointing to the trail leading to the woods.

You stared at the red headed man, not moving until Diluc nudged you with his foot. “Go. Back to whatever you guard.”