[The hounds stared at the young lady, their red eyes focused with borderline hungry gazes. They were tempted to dig into the crab, but Lancer hadn't yet given his approval for them to do anything of their own accord.

Especially not with a lady present. Letting familiars do as they pleased was downright foolish.]

Flying... [The ridiculous people he was meeting...]

Yet, you should have seen this was a pretty lousy place for a walk. [Lancer turned over his hands, his spear manifesting in his palms before he twisted it and swung it through the shell of the crab, splitting it down the middle.]

'Hunting' as a sport doesn't typically come with a general target. In practice, it's more fun to have low expectations.