The trip that would typically took William less than an hour to complete had already approached its second hour, and things weren't looking good.
While the sky remained in its eternal evening state, William's mental clock told him it was the middle of the night, which meant any Magical Beasts with a nocturnal sleeping pattern would be more active around now.
He didn't understand how a Plane with one time of day could have nocturnal creatures, but there were clearly more important things to think about.
Across his walking path laid several deep impressions thirty plus meters in size, created just recently and the prints resembling the paws of a gargantuan bear. Worse yet, there were several similar sets of tracks nearby that varied in size and couldn't belong to the same creature.
