A sneer painted on the tall and lanky courser's face as he traversed the dungeon, his tail swishing behind him as he moved in an irritated, cat-like manner. One of Cricket's companions had gotten spooked in the dungeon, rushing off towards what he had presumed was safety.

"Where have you gone, little friend." He'd mutter quietly, head dropping as nostrils would flare, dragging in the scent of a trail. A new scent intermingled with the fading scent of his companion, causing the stallion to quicken his pace.

Something was wrong.

Breath leaving his body through gritted teeth, faint crackling reaching his ears now. Had something happened? Had his companion succumbed to the dungeon? It was his fault. It was always his fault. He couldn't blame anyone but himself. After all, if it wasn't for him they wouldn't be down here.

Sulfur. Sulfur and Copper.

It stung his nose as he drew a deep breath into his chest, screeching to a halt.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He knew this scent, he knew it all too well. His lips pulled back as he grimaced, ears flicking back and laying flat to his skull. No, no. He couldn't have been the one to cause this, not this time. Fuck.

His gaze faltered as he focused on the massive circle, taking in the symbols. He couldn't stay here, he couldn't. This wasn't right. It wasn't right. A feeling akin to that of burning would creep up the courser's face, causing him to tremble where he stood.

"Cricket.. are you okay?"

A sudden, shaky voice would draw him out of his thoughts, snapping his head towards the sound as his expression of fear and disgust would quickly morph into one of aggression, a deep huff leaving his chest as he'd realize his companion stood at his side, not whoever the course had expected.

"..Yes, I'm fine." He'd respond, slowly coming down from his own thoughts. He'd sigh reluctantly, ears perking back up. "Let's.. get going." He'd mutter, turning to head back the way they came from.

Terrence, who watched the far larger course move, would tilt his head before following along. "What.. happened back there?" He'd inquire, trotting to keep up with Cricket's large and long stride.

"I'd rather not talk about it, Terrence."