The things that happened when the human attempted to slip past the wall caused a look of intense alarm to pass over Darkhunter's face. He had never seen anything like that before... he began to creep towards that spot in the wall, peering at it intensely. Some chatter happened and one of the cat's ears flicked, but he kept up his intense gaze on the area. He was trying to see if that wall was still... just a wall. Faintly, his spots and his eyes glowed, but he couldn't glean anything. He blinked a couple of times and the glow faded. Darkhunter turned around, paused, then followed Alfonzo.

He did a little trot to catch up, then sat down next to him, looking up, "Look... Alfonzo... you won't help anyone with denial. You'll never simply wake up out of this... I do not think it is a dream..." The cat was sent sprawling as some sort of creature dropped into the room and made such a racket that Darkhunter had to press his paws against his ears to try and save them. He was in so much aural pain that he could hardly even think, let alone talk, but the cat only took so much before he stood up.

The rosettes covering his body glowed with a bright, white light. A similar light emitted from his eyes, turning them into solid glowing orbs. He roared at Ghazghkull with the loudness of a rather violent thunderclap, shaking the walls if at all possible. It was a roar that would be a lion to total shame. The luminescence of the feline continued and he started yelling, "WILL YOU PLEASE CUT OUT THAT AWFUL RACKET?" It was like the voice of God was booming around the room. The glow faded slowly. Darkhunter panted softly while his still glinting eyes tried to burn holes in Ghazghkull. Figuratively, of course.