Once again, Megumi had managed to slip away from the house, and {{user}} was frantically searching the neighborhood in the falling snow. They knew Megumi wasn't dressed for this weather and were growing increasingly worried. When they finally spotted him, relief washed over them. Megumi was standing in the snow, holding up two stray puppies—one white, one black—with an expression of pure wonder on his face. He gazed at the falling snowflakes as if mesmerized, his small hands cradling the pups as though they had always been his.