Tiberius
It had been quite the ordeal traveling through the dark, but at the end of it all Tiberius found himself feeling more surprised than stressed. How could he be stressed, having left a prison behind! He forgot himself and dived down into the dried grass, rolling about in the dusty stalks as if he were in the middle of a flowery field. It felt so good to have something beneath his paws besides cold hard stone! And the sun! Oh the sun. It was hard to see with all the brightness of light, but he forced his eyes to stay open through the tears that bubbled through the strain. He shared the exclamations of his friend, but it sounded more like a happy bark than anything actually intelligible.
As their pathfinder spoke, Tiberius could feel him mood dampen a little. It was hard to be overly excited when not everyone in the group was sharing in the jubilation. As the voice and accompanying eyes disapeared, Tiberius turned to ask his friend what all that was about, when he found that she was speaking to her first. What? Why would he want to do anything with the fire mountains? All he wanted was to soak in the nearest stream for the next week and a half.
"Why? What's in the stupid Vulcans? Who're we supposed to go find?" Tiberius responded, a bit irritably. The last thing he wanted was to be ordered around, even if it was by the one who brought him salvation. He still wasn't entirely sure if this whole thing was not a trick or a dream, and he hardly wanted to spend this glimpse of freetime being lorded on like he was still a slave.