Griffon stretched, extending his rather massive claws and scraping them down a tree.
In a brief aside, he looked at Marlene and said, "It was thirty birds. The si-morgh meets the Simorgh, delightful." he licked his whiskers, "That would have made a nice lunch..."

"Now Bear, where is you collar? You know humans won't be able to tell who you are without your collar!" The pair began to look around the emptied carrier, Griffon, much less interestedly so than the dog. He thought briefly about just leaving the lump to his own devices (ha) and wondered if his mistress was having similar troubles with her human. Maybe both man and dog could be lost in the woods forever and life could go back to normal? At the very least it would give him something to dream about in cat-nap while the persian Pol-Pot was making her rounds. He jumped to the top of a crate, and watched the proceedings with half-closed eyes.