Narai is not one of those who are sad and worried over trifles. It's really a quest to imagine a situation that could darken his scatterbrained head, clogged with wind, light and the smell of tar.
He doesn't remember how he became an esk or who he was before. Not to say that he thought a lot about it, he feels good in his new body, forever young, strong, united with the world around him. But, as soon as the gaze falls on the carefree playing fox pups, a vague melancholy fills his chest, as if he had lost something important then, a long time ago. What connects them? Was he one of them? Was he as happy as them?

Art for ThoseWhoWentMissing event, my esk Unaimi-Narai.