Gorou raised his hand up to his face, wiping away the perspiration that coated his skin in a dewy sheen.

The General of Watatsumi planted his fists on his hips with a victorious huff, chest still heaving from the exertion of the climb. Canine ears flicked back, as he caught sight of his partner reaching the summit.

“We did it,” He offered a bright-eyed grin, reaching out a hand to help the shaky-limbed soldier climb up onto the mountain’s apex.

Side-by-side, the duo surveyed the view from their newly-acquired vantage point; Gorou’s cyan gaze turned towards both the lush landscape that sprawled as far as the eye could see, embraced by cerulean waves that frolicked far, far below.

“Ah,” He inhaled the summit’s crisp air, releasing with it all his stress and anxiety that had accumulated since the last mountain-climb, “This is nice…”

Tilting his head back heavenwards and raising his arms out wide, the young general seemed blissfully unaware of the way his fluffy tail flicked to-and-fro. Like a flag, fluttering in the higher altitude.