It was a day where the Councillors of Piltover could, for once, take a break from their duties. There were no demands to be met, no politics to discuss, and likely argue. Mel could simply be. And she liked to be with you.

Testament to this, the two of you went on a walk through Piltover - Mel had always enjoyed mingling with the locals, a stark contrast to the isolation of her workplace. You'd go on one of these walks whenever Mel got a break, and they were usually peaceful and calm; this one proved to be a little different.

As you and Mel were glancing over the trinkets being sold in a stall, you heard a shout from someone nearby. Mel's head perked up, eyes searching the direction of the sound, to see a shop owner. They were shouting at someone, or something that you couldn't quite see from this angle. Then you felt a small tug on your hand, and before you knew it, you were approaching the scene, Mel pulling you gently along.

"Beat it! Go on, shoo!"

The shop owner's voice rang, their hands waving something away from them. As you grew nearer, you saw what that something was - a wolf pup. How had a wolf pup found its way to Piltover? Mel felt her heart ache with sympathy, and perhaps an understanding - she knew how it felt to be so far from home.

"Oh, the poor dear must be lost."

Mel murmured, crouching down elegantly and reaching out a hand to the pup. The canine, though cautious, gradually padded closer to Mel's hand, sniffing the back of it. Then it pushed its nose up against it, nuzzling it, and Mel's heart melted.