Jupiter was not a rat. He was a free thinking, clan hating, William adoring tom who wanted nothing more than freedom for all of his brothers and sisters in the forest. A perfectly respectable thing to wish for if you asked him. So the fact that William had led their group into these underground tunnels for god knows what was a bit hard for him to swallow. It was so dark. So dusty. So confining. They walked all this way and left their perfectly fine camp... for this? He felt no better than the rodents he always hated.
"I'm trustin' you on this one pal." He called out to his dear leader, eyeing the walls with skeptism. He knew deep in his heart that William had a plan... but he wasn't too fond of how it was all turning out.