Panic begins to set in for Leera after a quick scramble and the loss of the feel of fur close to her. "EMBRE!" It was cried out in Sylvan and then a sob of panic rose in her throat. She choked it back and rose to her feet, looking about. One door. One way out and one way for someone to come find her. With a scowl she walked her way to the door, trying the handle, expecting the worst.