Yueshi was not far off at all, and the loud splash behind him turned his ears, his head followed. Of course, he didn't see anything. Fuxiao was headed that direction. Yueshi considered it might be a fish. A very large fish. And why wouldn't it be? He didn’t doubt anything in this world anymore.

He sat down, scratched behind an ear, and was surprised to see a wolf breaking the water's surface gasping and spluttering, splashing about. Yeesh, he muttered. What a racket. As if he didn’t routinely make an ungodly amount of noise. He trotted after Fuxiao, silky tail swaying.

It's raining wolves now! Yueshi called out, voice light and playful. He knew. He'd done his fair share of falling out of the sky. Someone up there hated him.