A mouse king. Perry made a face like he wasn't sure about that. Then again, if there was a world for secret agent platypi, who knew what other kinds of places were out there. His expression changed to one of curiosity. He was...kind of interested in meeting this mouse king. Although...wait a second. Mickey? Mickey Mouse? Huh. Coincidence or was there a world out there where the mascot for Disney World was real. Perhaps another time he could ask.

Right now, however, he was wondering what Angel was smelling as well. He hadn't heard any approaching raptors, though their fight COULD have attracted some other dinosaurs. Perry moved to the edge of their area and started peering into the trees but so far he saw nothing. He glanced at the raptor he had hog tied and even IT didn't seem to be reacting to anything in particular, though it was still struggling with it's bonds. Perry wondered if perhaps he should move it...although hogtying a raptor and moving it were two totally different things.

He turned back to Angel with a questioning look. What was it she smelled exactly?