Getting Bearings

When had he and Wis washed up on the shore of this continent? Griffith honestly wasn't totally sure, they'd taken some time to get themselves back up to full strength and then a few more to get their bearings and the realization that he'd gravely miscalculated. They were not in fact anywhere near the neighbouring kingdom he'd been looking for... In fact, they'd yet to see another cat. They certainly weren't alone, they'd caught the scents of other big cats here and there but the overwhelming scent of canine permeated the whole of the lands they'd crossed. They should probably figure out exactly where they were.

Griffith had left Wisteria in the small forest they'd found, he'd promised her he'd be back soon, which was absolutely the plan. But he also wasn't really interested in letting Wis face any potential danger in this unknown world they'd faced and he was headed towards one of the strong canine scents they'd passed, he needed to get a better understanding of where exactly they'd found themselves, even if he wasn't quite dumb enough to get right up on what he'd figured out were some kind of borders. Griffith figured he could handle himself, but he certainly wasn't stupid enough to think he could take a whole kingdom of dogs.

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