The heavy footsteps stopped momentarily at the door. For a few moments, nothing. Once people might already have started to question if they had heard any footsteps at all, the door slowly opened on it's creaking hinges and if anyone had eyes on the door, they saw a familiar face. The bipedal creature covered in jet black fur walked into the room, wings extended behind itself as it walked through the doorway. As soon as it was through, it drew them back against it's back and sniffed the air.

Wolfwing then looked into the women's cell on the left, before marching onward to check up on Derrick's quarters. Now that it was in the light and moving slower, the hunters could finally get a good look at it. It had a particularly muscular build even for a werewolf, the claws were slightly shorter than standard but still more than sharp enough to cause damage through soft armour. The wings on it's back were leathery with much less fur on any parts of them and on the front of his snout a pair of teeth could be seen where a human would presumably have their canines. It was wearing a makeshift red wrap on it's upper body and a pair of presumably burlap pants. This upper body garment was new.

It sniffed the air in front of Derrick's cell, growled in a deep, threatening tone and slammed their right forearm against the cell door. Evidently not happy about something, it stormed out of the room right after, slamming the door shut after itself once it had carefully drawn it's wings out of the doorway.