Volkun turned away from the pod. He began taking a few careful steps forward, testing his balance. Once he was confident that he was ready to walk, he looked back up and continued through the rows of pods. He glanced into a few of them and grimaced, bearing his fangs at the strange creatures. None of them were his kind, only disfigured beings from, presumably, other worlds. He continued walking aimlessly until he noticed something out of the ordinary. One of the pods was open. He narrowed his eyes and began stomping over to it. His clawed fingers curled, ready to rip and tear if he needed to.

"[b]Is someone there? Show yourself![/b]" He shouted loudly. He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. His ears flattened against his head, his head suddenly aching from the shouting. After a few seconds it faded, and he continued moving forward. He wasn't sure if the creature, if it was there, understood his language; perhaps it didn't even speak, but he didn't care. It should know that he was aware of its presence, and that was all that mattered.