His paws lightly padded on the floor, glowering at the area around him. His body was tense, ready to react to anything if need be. The hackles on his back and neck stood on edge, clearly not happy at all. His claws clicked on the floor, small growls occasionally still sounding from him. He despised the Custos, and wished them to be dead. But he knew that would never happen. 

He stepped up to the wall as she opened it, looking back up at her as the door vanished. He nudged his way past her, instead bounding down the steps. It was easier for him to do that then taking the steps one by one. Once reaching the bottom, he stopped, turning his head to look around. He sniffed the air, ears twitching from side to side to discover as much as he could about this new area. He looked back up the stairs, waiting on the headmaster. [@Arista]