"I didn't stay long enough with that thing to have a damn tea party with it, Scarf."
He listened to the odd feline prattle on.
"I don't know who March is, but I sure as shit didn't learn manners from them, obviously. Whatever, I guess I'll go talk to the bi-"
Griffin shielded his eyes as a burst of fire erupted from Bigwedge's path. He blinked slowly. Suddenly he wasn't in the mood to go seek out the giant bird of death.
"I don't think that bird really wants to have a chat with me..."
Regardless, he was sick of the cat and the others already. He turned, gathered his courage, and wandered down his previous path again with slow footsteps, being sure to keep an eye out for some sort of bell for the insane cat. Just in case.
"Hey bird," he called out into the shifting shadows of the treetops, "could you find it in your big, black, demon heart to let me past you so that I can find out where I am?"
He continued slowly, adding on to the end of his quip, "Also please don't roast me like Bigwedge."
Edited by Valor, 25 October 2011 - 01:51 AM.