The wind whipped past Lin Wan's face, a cold, stinging lash that forced her to bury her head deeper into the thick, silver-spotted fur of Wang's neck. He had been running for hours, his powerful leopard muscles working with a tireless, rhythmic precision that felt like an engine beneath her. Behind them, the sounds of the tribe, the angry shouts of the Chief and the triumphant, high-pitched cries of Mei Xiu, had long since faded into the silence of the deep forest.
[Ding! System Notification: New Territory Scouting in Progress.]
[Warning: Host, your adrenaline levels are beginning to drop. Fatigue is imminent. Suggestion: Secure a shelter before the 'Gloom-hour' descends.]
I'm working on it, Weiwei, Lin Wan thought, her fingers aching from gripping the leather harness. But I'm not the one driving the leopard.
