Langga flinched when Rea suddenly bit his finger, and without thinking, he let go.
The white squirrel leapt, almost flew, past Gara.
Gara froze in shock. He only snapped out of it when Langga jumped to his feet, chasing after the runaway squirrel.
"Rea, where are you going?!" Gara shouted, while turning his body.
At the end of the hallway, the little puffball turned the corner and vanished from sight.
"Come on, let's go," Langga urged. "I actually knew she followed me out of the dimensional home that day—"
"And you didn't bother telling me? That was months ago!" Gara complained, already running after Rea despite his frustration.
Langga followed, guilt creeping in. He really hadn't expected the tiny creature to be so desperate to slip away as to bite his hand.
