Rufus backed away, still in his hunched form. Looking around, he bounded off in a gorrilla-like shuffle, his knuckles keeping himself on upright. Rufus kept his face low to the ground, sniffing around for any trace of others, finding nothing but stale scents. "... Tch... No one else is around..." Standing up, Rufus kept his arms upright in a gorrilla-like manner. "... Perhaps I'm just looking in the wrong places?" He thought, still looking around desperately. Several seemingly fresh scars lined his calfs and forearms.