Bathed in moonlight, Gara walked carefully along the uneven path that led toward the shadowy mountain.
A soft chirp echoed from his shoulder. The small creature, no bigger than the palm of an adult, pointed its tiny paw toward the mountain ahead.
"Are we going to the herb field, little white squirrel?" Gara murmured.
The little creature responded with a firm nod.
Ever since Gara had rescued this white squirrel, it often came to visit him. And he always offered it flowers and seeds from the herbal plants he cultivated in his yard.
Over time, it almost felt like he could understand what the squirrel was trying to say.
Earlier, when the squirrel had emerged from the bushes, its gestures made Gara feel as if it wanted to lead him toward something important he'd been searching for.
He nearly stumbled several times along the rocky trail, his feet unsure in the darkness.
