Book 3 Chapter 25: Keep a lady on her toes
Dantes found himself standing in a wide open field filled with high, green grass. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, but a cool breeze kept him from feeling too warm. A single tree stood a few yards to his right, but it cast no shadow.
He took a few deep breaths when he heard something rushing toward him. He turned just in time to see an enormous furry form slam into him. He was knocked to the ground and saw a massive maw above him, lined with sharp teeth. It opened, and dragged a tongue the width of a wine barrel across his face.
The weight on him was suddenly lifted and the beast stepped backward, wagging its tail.
Dantes stood as well, and took in the sight of a massive black dog with sharply pointed ears and a long regal snout. It was panting, its tongue hanging from the side of its mouth, and it was easily the size of a small house.
Dantes gently scraped his hand across his face to remove the saliva from it and bowed.
“The god of hounds? It’s nice to meet you.”
“Your courtesy is wasted on him,” said a voice behind him.
Dantes whipped around to see, sitting in the tree, a normal sized orange cat peering down at him.
“The god of cats as well?” He bowed to her this time. “I’m surprised to see you both at once.”