While his demeanor up until now has been plenty carefree and cheerful, Ren's ears and nose have been twitching more than not, his head swiveling around as the darkness increases. He's been keeping an eye out for both wild pokemon, and trying to make sure they can find their way back when they decide to do so. He's pretty sure that from here, he can still do so, but the paths are getting more and more confusing. Akechi's suggestion comes just in time, and he nods.

"That's a good plan. It doesn't have to be accurate, just recognizable enough to know it's us," he says, before turning to Doc. "Can you use your claws to do that?" They're the longest, after all. There's a part of him that wants to do it himself... but moreso, it's an instinct he's not familiar with telling him to mark his territory, sharpen his claws. No, he's not sure he could easily scratch even a fascimile of Mightyena into a tree.