The jaguar blinked out of his reverie and noticed that below the painting of his mates was a painting of his rainforest... he didn't have much time to stare at that, though, as the young girl named Ib started down the hallway he had seen earlier. He started to follow her, brushing past her and letting his furry, muscled flank rub along her thigh. He called over his shoulder, "Good idea... we won't get anywhere by sitting here." Whatever light was here didn't bother him. If it was dim, good. As long as it didn't get brighter. He stopped and looked back with a low "Hm?" as everyone turned and ran. He looked befuddled. The jaguar peered around the edge of the archway and examined the scene. Why was that... man... pointing that thing at the wall?

His head turned and he peered at the wall he was aiming for. It was heating up and the molecules within were getting more excited by the second. That fool... these walls might not even be destructible. Where would they go, anyways? What if a group of enemy hunters swarmed upon them when they escaped? He couldn't let him try that. Darkhunter stepped out and sat down off to his side, thinking about attacking him, but then he put the guns away.

"Thank you for thinking. Ib is right. Whoever put us here... we don't know what these walls are made of. Where would we go, anyways? I have never left my forest. We may be a long, long ways away." The next gesture he made was curious, and it made the cat look again to see if something was going to happen.