The tom's eyes widened, he just returned from talking with one of Hades' follower. There was one thing, now Wolfpaw didn't get scared easily. He wasn't calm. He never have been, either way. However their was one thing his mind seem so, so distracted on. Heat. Everywhere. It seem to choke his lungs, the smoke he inhaled. Wolfpaw needed to get out. He didn't plan to die out here, no. He made a promise he would die in battle. He stood up, backing away from the fire that wavered. His fur was dotted with ash, as he dug at a hole in the wall. Desperate to slip through it. Wolfpaw put his head through the hole, his arms hauling him from out the house. When he reach the outside he broke down into a coughing fit, gasping for air. What was going on? His vision was blurred, not able to think alright. He heard the word, `suffer` and then talking. His eye darted around. Was anyone else in there? Wolfpaw unsheathed his claws out on instinct. Despite being weak to his knees, the wolf looking cat bounded forward to the sound of talking. Soon to meet hades and.. whoever that cat was. Wolfpaw only knew four cats names basically. Ivy, Hades, Orsius, and Pacific. "W..what.. is go-oing on?!" He breathe out, the question wasn't a choice. Someone was going to answer. Wolfpaw was reckless when he felt scared. His mind still focusing on the killing heat.