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The melody of an unnamed song was carried on the wind as Lan Wangji sat outside his room. His fingers danced along the strings as his heart guided them. He closed his eyes for a moment, and scenes of a charcoal and gray kitsune with silver eyes filled his mind, Wei Wuxian.
Kitsune were wild spirits, unbound to the clan order that established their society. While few in numbers, they were the only creatures allowed to cross any clan border without issue. By nature, they are the opposite of the tranquil dragons of the Lan Clan. And yet, this playful fox has captured Wangji’s heart.
He opened his eyes and sighed, pausing his playing. While he did call Yunmeng his home, Wuxian seemed to enjoy visiting the Cloud Recesses while Wangji was there. But no one had seen him since his disappearance nearly two years ago. The Jiang Clan's qilins, the Nie Clan's white tigers, and the Jin Clan's Zheng leopards have been watching for any signs. Only the Wen Clan’s fu dogs haven’t agreed to share any information.
Wangji didn’t think it out of character for the Wen Clan to deny information, but he had known for a while that they were extremely keen on strengthening their royal bloodline. So he had suspicions about where Wuxian had likely gone, but had no way to prove it.
As he got up to put his guqin away, he heard a knock at his door. Wangji answered to see his brother.
“Uncle has a request for you,” Xichen said as he greeted his brother. “The clan barrier went off early this morning and wants you to go check for intruders.”
“Mn,” Wangji nodded in response and leaped up into the air. He dashed in the direction of where the barrier was breached.
He was almost two-thirds of the way there when a familiar whistle reached his ears. Wangji paused immediately. He waited patiently, and it sounded again. His heart started to lift in his chest. It was Wuxian’s whistle, calling with their song. And it was coming from below him.
Wangji quickly landed and looked around the area until he found him. Wuxian was in his human form, lying exhausted on the ground under a black cloak. He looked up at the dragon, and his eyes lit up slightly.
“Lan Zhan..” he quietly said. As Wangji knelt down, he noticed a young fu dog pup huddled against his chest, clutching onto a slightly smaller pouch that was tucked inside his robe. The pup was still far too young to be without its mother, so Wangji could only assume it was Wuxian’s.
“Wei Ying..” he felt his forehead before gently picking him up. “You’re safe now. Get some rest.” Wuxian adjusted his arm so that he was supporting his pup and snuggled his head against Wangji’s chest.
“Thank you,” he whispered before allowing himself to fall asleep. Wangji made sure they were secure before leaping into the air and hurrying back towards his room.