He returned to the city, older and softer. When fellow cartographers asked about the blank space on his map, he would simply smile, his hand unconsciously rubbing his side where the mofu fur had pressed.
And then you saw them: the Futakin.
Before Kael could draw his rule-stick, the creature sat down with a soft plump . Then, with breathtaking precision, its two tails snaked out. One gently plucked the compass from his belt and set it aside. The other, the soft-tipped one, brushed a single tear from his cheek he didn't know he’d shed.
He returned to the city, older and softer. When fellow cartographers asked about the blank space on his map, he would simply smile, his hand unconsciously rubbing his side where the mofu fur had pressed.
And then you saw them: the Futakin.
Before Kael could draw his rule-stick, the creature sat down with a soft plump . Then, with breathtaking precision, its two tails snaked out. One gently plucked the compass from his belt and set it aside. The other, the soft-tipped one, brushed a single tear from his cheek he didn't know he’d shed. mofu futakin valley