The figure that stepped through the waterfall couldn't be considered massive. It was lean, about a meter and a quarter tall, with a wolf-like build, pale silver fur, and long, slender limbs. A feather-like mane ran along its neck, while a pair of icy blue eyes pierced through the cave's darkness and settled on him.
Of everything, what caught Zephyrion's attention most was its presence. It was incredibly faint, and despite its size, each step was so light that it might as well have been a feather touching the ground.
'A Galeprowler.'
He'd suspected as much the moment he caught sight of the tail. Galeprowlers might be a common sight around the Aerelith side of the border, but they were dangerous. Usually mark one or two, they were highly intelligent and known to stalk and observe their prey for as long as necessary before making a move. Judging by how faint its presence was, he could already tell that this one was mark two.
