Wait, you already know where you are? Puck demanded as we edged toward the mouth of the alley, stepping over trash and piles of debris. How does that work, cat? Most cities are very much the same, Goodfellow. Grimalkin reached the edge of the sidewalk and peered back, waving his tail. Trods are everywhere, if you know where to look. Also, I am a cat. And he trotted off down the street.
Fu dogs, Puck mused as we approached the doors, hopping over shattered pillars and crumbling archways. You know, I met a Fu dog once in Beijing. Persistent bastard chased me all over the temple grounds. Seemed to think I was some kind of evil spirit. Imagine that, Grimalkin muttered, and the Wolf snorted with laughter. Puck flicked a pebble at him.