Logue's hind end hit the wall, marking the end of his escape backwards. It wasn't his fault they had ended up here.. but regardless the.. courser? stalked towards him, more akin to one of the hounds in the dungeon than a horse. Massive teeth glistened in the low-lit room as Teeth bared them, a low growl sounding from it's throat.

Teeth didn't like this not-it. He had tripped the mechanism that had gotten them all caught here.

Cricket glanced towards the pair, a deep sigh leaving his body. His tail curled around the legs of the palomino who stood beside him, stopping Ken from moving over and escalating the situation. "Let them figure it out.. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Ken would tilt an ear towards Cricket, huffing. "They're holding us up, though."