The mountain range, lush with greenery, exuded a wild vitality.
A peregrine falcon with snowy white feathers glistening brilliantly in the sunlight was performing the wondrous Soaring Skill, slicing through the high-altitude gales. Its sharp round eyes seemed to penetrate the ground's minutiae, thoroughly examining below as if to uncover every detail.
Suddenly.
The remarkable peregrine falcon abruptly noticed something.
With a rapid ascent like a green onion sprouting from dry land, it soared high into the sky, then retracted its wings, diving downwards at lightning speed.
The wind howled, like a short flute's whistle.
Its speed was startlingly fast.
Fast enough to leave a white cyclone trail behind.
In just a moment.
This extraordinary peregrine falcon landed swiftly before a concealed mountain cave, shrouded in mist.
"Crunch--"
