It was almost amusing watching her hump the belt like it would help her in any way. The more annoying issue was the traps she had set around the exit. Getting out was obnoxious but it did mean anyone trying to get in would have a terrible time of it. As it was he felt like he was spending almost a day trying to work through them. When the sun hit his skin, however, he sighed in relief. It was good to see it again on his own terms as the foxboy left the cellar door and closed it behind him.<br/><br/>As he walked down the street he tried to get his bearings. Many catfolk were doing their own thing, or each other, without a care in the world. He drew attention but he expected no less after realizing what kind of neighborhood this was. From here, however, he decided to pick a direction that he felt would lead him back towards more familiar territory. Of course that assumed that no catfolk decided that they could try and steal from him. If they did he might have to teach them a thing or two.