Well, a few moments had passed and there appeared to be no signs of Firefly getting roasted, eaten, or otherwise destroyed. Sweeeet. Jory was glad of that, because he'd hate to have to abandon this cave and find a new shelter, especially in the pouring rain and in territory where he knew nothing of the terrain. Unless, of course, whatever that might be in there was an ambush predator. But he could still see Firefly's glowing markings, which obviously meant she was still alive.
"Thanks, by the way," he said, slithering into the cave and gazing at the darkness, which seemed to stretch back an infinite amount of miles. "How far back does this place go, by the way?"
Because he felt that he owed Firefly a debt for having her go into the cave first, he began to slowly slither forward, trying to find some sort of back to this cave--just in case there was actually a fire-breathing paragon lurking in the back.