[It's hard not to appreciate or at least be amused by the enthusiasm, even if it means there's a quickly-spreading gap between John and Sherlock... and by extension, their only torch. As long as he can still see the light and hear Sherlock's voice, it's not too bad, but it's best to try not to get too separated, especially with all this talk about giant claws.

He jumps down. Considerably easier than climbing up, that.]

Given this is magic we're talking about, it might somehow be canine and feline all at once. Can you tell which direction it was going?