I kept walking along the rocks until I finally found what I was searching for: a narrow valley shaped like a bend, the river flowing silently below.
I stopped at the edge and took out Dante from my pant pocket.
Pulling a massive three-meter creature out of such a small space still looked absurd, like something out of a cartoon where the blue cat pulled gadgets from a pocket.
"Stand behind me. Don't attack if anyone approaches us, unless I tell you to.
"Also, nod your head up and down whenever you understand what I say."
The hulking giant stood there, motionless.
I stared at him.
"You do know what your head is, right?"
He didn't move.
Either he genuinely didn't understand or he was sulking again.
Since Dante's form changed depending on who looked at him, it was possible he didn't know which part was his head.
But after living with him for over a month, I had learned one thing: he sulked more than most humans.
