Dazai, a young wizard, wandered through the dense forest, sunlight filtering through the leaves.

He spotted an orange fox limping, its leg injured. Kneeling beside the fox, he mumbled, "Let me see, little one."

The fox’s eyes narrowed, uneasy about Dazai at first, but he slowly grew closer, allowing the brunette to help him.

As Dazai finished bandaging the fox’s leg, a light cloud of smoke appeared around the fox. A boy his age with orange hair and blue eyes now sat where the fox once was.