Rain mixed with the tears falling down her cheeks as she reached out to the familiar four-legged hero. She hadn't heard him over the howling winds but she'd felt the warm intent of someone moving closer and had made the decision to blindly trust in it. Luna needed someone to save her from the storm and a noble steed had come to rescue her.

Her arms wrapped around Pretzel's neck and her blanket whipped off her tiny body to be dragged into the darkness of the night. Her pink nightgown was soaked through and her shoes were weighted with water but she didn't care. She wasn't alone anymore. Her face pressed against Pretzel's fur as she fought to keep them both on the ground.

It wasn't until Llewellyn was right next to them that she noticed that they weren't alone. It made sense. As far as Luna knew, Pretzel was always with Lleweylln. If there was one then the other was there too. She didn't realize the warm puppy but looked up at Llewellyn with tears in her eyes. Her lips moved but no sound came out when she spoke.

'Non voglio essere solo'

[translation: I don't want to be alone.]