He didn't like that idea, clawing the ground with thorn sharp claws. He looked at Luke curiously, maybe I can find a toy when he opens that cube thingy... a door I think it's called, he liked that thought and decided it was an amazing plan. His scales seemed to blend into more of a darker grey, matching the walls. He crept forward, pouncing on the door, pressing on it with his paws. He knew that eventually it would open.

It took a bit of strength but the lock cracked and the door swung open. D looked shocked, Luke looked mad.

Arlo fell forward as the door opened, quickly catching himself with his front paws he peeked outside. Yay! I just got to find a toy now, his tails wagged as he stepped out of the room, looking around.

Luke pulled folded rope out of his coat pocket and whipped it out, marching over and tried to lasso Arlo.

D screeched a warning to the other creature.

Arlo jumped in surprise at all the sudden noise, taking off in a random direction. He had no idea where he was going but ran still, feet barely skimming the ground. His wings where folded tight across his back and his tails where lifted slightly off the ground.

Luke scolded D before rushing after Arlo. He pulled out a walki-talki and called for back up, footsteps able to be heard down different halls.

Creatures in the cells lining the halls screeched, called, cried and roared for release.

Arlo continued to run, not going in an specific direction, mostly just away from all the people. He longed to spread his wings and fly away but he couldn't. Just need to find a toy, that's all, his brain told him, he hoped he would find one soon.

There was soon rooms along the way, with lights and tubes and machines. Creatures tied to tables being opened up or force-fed chemicals and such. Or, some females had young in them and where being checked up on. Though, they hissed and tried to keep the people away from their swollen bellies.

Arlo paws vibrated anxiously, his own way of whimpering. He continued running down the hall, trying to not look at the tragic sights. He remembered what his mom had said a long time ago, "Don't be scared of what you don't understand, be scared of what you do". He focused on that thought as he continued.

He would not find toys in this place.

Luke was right after him, someone jumping in front of him with ropes of her own.