4 || Chapter 4 || A Fox?...

Moulin entered the woods, hungry but vigilant. Who knows what creatures lurk in these cold woods? The deep snow reaches above his ankle and the snowfall rained down softly. The white frozen snow decorated the trees exquisitely that Moulin had already stopped a few times to admire it.

Moulin's first plan was to live through this harsh terrain. Snow-covered almost every part of the mountains. The cold no longer had any effect on him, so that was one problem solved, what worried him was his source of food and water. There was no vegetation anywhere for the snow had frozen the ground. He couldn't drill a hole into the frozen lake since the ice appeared to be too thick to crack. Moulin racked his head for solutions, his forehead creasing. At this rate, he is going to die from starvation.

He looked around the woods thinking that a few animals might be living in this cold region. He had spotted a few nibbled pine cones lying on the snow when he walked here. So he walked ahead, trying his hardest to step through the snow when suddenly he felt a tug.

"..?"

The youth looked down behind him to realize a small creature had bitten the end of his long silky coat.

It had snow-white fur and looks to be a fox. For a moment, he thought that his meal had come to him instead. Moulin had never tasted fox-made food before. If he roasted it would it taste like chicken?

As if it knew what Moulin was thinking, It whined and rubbed itself on his leg pitifully. Its fur was extraordinarily soft. Moulin had a really soft spot for cute animals. Even if he thought that this fox was using its cuteness against him, he smiled and crouched down to stroke its head. The pretty fox rubbed his head on his palm and blinked at him.

Moulin stiffened the moment he looked at its eyes. It was a dazzling silver-white. It felt like looking at his own soul. A strange feeling crept inside his body unknowingly. He stroked the part below its eyes gently, he thought that its eyes looked particularly alike to his.

The fox jumped happily around him, its little paws imprinting cute paw prints on the ground. It tugs his coat again as if telling Moulin to follow it. "Okay, okay..." He appeased. "Lead the way...".

He followed the fox through the woods, memorizing the path as he walked. It leads him to a little slope where there were small pebbles. Moulin almost jumped for joy when he heard rushing water getting louder and louder the more he walked nearer.

A river came into view surrounded by large and small black stones. It wasn't too wide for he could see the other side of the river. The fox jumped on a large rock near the river and happily looked at him as if asking to be praised. Moulin rolled his eyes at the cheeky creature and patted his head. This fellow really saved me the trouble. "Good job..." He stopped and thought of a name...

"Snow" He gave a gentle smile and the fox nuzzled its nose in his palm happily.

Moulin then made his way to the edge of the river and touched the water. It was a little cold but he could clearly see fishes swimming by. This time he could clearly look at his reflection.

Such a beauty this is. Gorgeous silver-white wavy hair, Pale milky skin, rosy cheeks so full of life, and seductive red lips. An incubus! This is too enticing! If he was back in his original world with this face he wouldn't be surprised if he'd been sexually assaulted!! The finishing blow was his pair of utterly striking silver eyes. His wild imagination ran wild, he was all alone in this woods helpless and unarmed. If one of those bandits came and finds him... Moulin shivered and shook his thoughts away. He'll have to learn how to hunt and protect himself. He was too feminine looking, he could be mistaken for a girl if one wasn't careful. The thought made him frown a bit.

He ripped a part of his silk coat and removed the thickest thread from it and started working on catching fish. Back on earth, He wasted days and months watching those boring Naked Survival shows to impress this vile scum of a human ex of his who was so into these things since childhood. Although, all those knowledge was now a great aid this time. Sure, he's amateurish but he'll get the hang of it sooner.

The playful fox kept playing with the water, unaffected by the cold. He splashed around and chased some fish. Snow caught a few fish which delighted Moulin. The beautiful youth praised the little fox a few times decidedly treating Snow as his new partner. For some reason, he felt a close bond with the fox.

After catching an armful of fish, Moulin wrapped it with the coat. He was now unaffected by the freezing cold anyway. He was about to wrap things up when Snow jumped on his back making Moulin lose his balance and fall forward. His heart beat rising, a strong surge of energy expel from his palms.

Astonishingly, He fell on a soft snow bed instead of the river water. Feeling the softness against his bare slender fingers, he panted softly. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑?! His heart almost stopped for a second!

He sat up abruptly and eyed the guilty-looking fox behind him. Snow whimpered, blinking his watery beady eyes. Moulin glare at him one last time and returned his gaze in front of him.

A small part of the river, particularly in front of him, had frozen into ice leaving a narrow pathway for the river water. Beneath him was a soft bed of frosty snow, fluffy and delicate, cushioned Moulin's fall. The speechless youth examined his dainty-looking fingers. The original Moulin had never inherited his family's ability to wield snow. Was this another side effect of the soul transfer?

The confused Moulin recalled the soft voice that had whispered in his ear when he was in the dark space. He had never doubted that it wasn't real.

If he could master this ability then his troubles would be far more lesser. Moulin grinned. He'd use this ability to slap those who had forsaken the original Moulin.

A soft whimper sounded beside Moulin's knees. Snow placed his paws on Moulin's thighs, gleeful that his master had unlocked his abilities. It licked its master's fingers happily.

An eye twitched, as the young youth lifted the fox by its scruff, expressionless. On the other hand, Snow blinked its identical silver eyes, adorably. This little brat is even using its loveliness against me. "Don't do that again! You almost gave me a heart attack."

As Moulin predicted, Snow showed a cutely aggrieved face to him as if he was wrong. Moulin sighed helplessly, He carried Snow with one arm and stroked its fur "Just behave next time". Snow made a sound of happiness.

Afterward, Moulin and Snow traveled back to the frozen cave with the fish and a few rocks in his arms. So far, he had no plans to return to the Fraunces household. He doesn't even know where he is yet. No map, no compass, he was clearly stranded. Since he would have to remain here for a while, might as well get used to it. He plans to use the time to train his powers anyway.

Miles away from the snowy freezing mountains of the north, Soft gentle snowflakes rained down on the great elegant mansion of the Fraunces Family. Its gates were built with white gold and the Fraunces family crest flag fluttered with the wind. Despite its extravagance, the estate was quiet, dim, and joyless.

A gloved hand knocked twice on the large redwood double door. The young man creased his forehead, a faint redness at the corner of his eyes. Handsome locks of ash brown hair, attractive lips, and stern grey eyes. He was refined and outstanding, however, currently, his heart was sorrowful. Maxille, the heir of the noble house, heard a faint response inside his father's office. He entered and what greeted him was his father's dreary frame.