Diego had considered walking on all fours, but with a body like this... he'd been witness to humans trying to crawl on their hands and knees before, and the sight had been a laugh. They moved, if it was possible, slower than he was right now. Even disregarding the fact that Diego really didn't want to get laughed at, trying to bend down and walk the way he was used to probably wouldn't get him very far. Besides, what was he supposed to do with the hammer, hold it in his mouth when his teeth were shorter than claws?

Diego was about to tell Porky Minch this when he was stopped by a sudden familiar smell drifting down from the direction they were not going in. He stopped and looked that way, confused. There was outside in that direction. Grass and trees and the sky, mixed together into a tantalizing scent that hung in the air around him.

"Why aren't we going that way?" he asked, indicating with his head. "If you're trying to escape, there's fresh air over there."