"I would have never guessed," Furfur snickers, flashing a toothy grin. "Wouldn't call myself a woodsy guy, but all things considered, I probably spend more time in them than I do the city. The adventurer's life, yanno?"

"I can do this" is as good as a warning in Furfur's eyes, and as the leopard emerges from the smoke, he laughs and says, "Admittedly, I have my own form of cheating, too."

Keeping his focus on the part of the roof he wants to teleport to, and with a mutter of "inveniam viam"....

Nothing happens. Furfur tries "et alibi" while shifting his attention to a place a bit closer, something that should be easier to step to. When nothing continues to happen, he swears to himself, glancing over to Night Sky.

"How come you can shapeshift, but I can't even cast a simple spell? Did they seriously take my magic along with all my stuff?"