Hill leaned on the ship's railing, the prairie under the morning sun, dazzlingly beautiful.
The sky was high, and the clouds were light.
The warm sunlight and a slight breeze stirred Hill's small melancholia.
Merkel, with Alice perched on his head, vanished from Hill's sight without turning back, moving incredibly fast.
This leopard was indeed known for its speed.
Alice barely turned her head to glance a few times before even Merkel's running shadow disappeared.
Although Merkel liked to use his claws, Hill could sense a bit that this leopard's innate spells should be gravity and magnetism.
Indeed, both were forces of the Earth system.
Hill leaned against the railing and sighed deeply once more. They hadn't formally married yet; Merkel was merely a lover.
This leopard wanted to carve out a territory and become an independent force in such a chaotic world; it wasn't going to be easy.