Grimalkin doesn't seem particularly upset about being addressed as 'kitty', but there is an extra bit of aloofness in the tiny creature's air whenever it must regard Fix for any reason for the duration...and the duration is considerable, as Dreamtime goes.  Still, with him as a guide the tiny party winds through twisty little valleys and along jagged crestlines, slipping between a number of bright and shining castles that look so very inviting, so tempting, so warm and comfortable!<br/><br/>Fix, for whatever reason, doesn't seem to like them one bit.  Not that he ever (<em>ever</em>) says so openly, but even having one in view makes him shiver.<br/><br/>Finally, they stand on the banks of a raging river, full of jagged rocks and the odd black ice floe.<br/><br/>"From here to there," Grimalkin announces.  "No bridges anymore.  But across is where we need to be to continue.  'Course, it'll be even trickier to get over further upstream, but that's probably the best way to go. Who's up for some more hiking?"<br/><br/>The little grey fuzzball seems to be grinning:<em>he</em>isn't footsore.