Callum’s teleportation didn’t phase GM. Before he could begin to fall, two large, feathered wings sprouted from his back, catching him in the air as he kept flapping to keep himself up, watching Callum begin to fall below him. What [i]did[/i] catch him off guard, though, was Callum’s words. 

“‘Need to re-think my life’…?” he growled under his breath, glaring down at the falling feline, breathing growing rapid. “…What… the hell… is that supposed to mean?!” he roared, tucking his wings in and diving down after him, gaining speed as he seemed intent on crushing the being from above like a falcon hunting a pigeon. 

But before he could make contact, though, a warning message flashed in front of his eyes that only he could see; “UNAUTHORIZED CREATOR ACCESS DETECTED. LAUNCHING ADMINISTRATOR SUMMON NOW.” 

He braked hard in the air, tensing up at the sight of the message. “What?! No no wait I’m busy-” he protested, but he couldn’t do anything. Almost instantaneously, he vanished. 

And back in his little hideaway, right next to Leon and the computer, a massive winged wolf landed on the floor, panting heavily as he blinked and looked around, eyes adjusting to the relative darkness. While he wasn’t exactly in the mood to see what sort of threat his system had detected, and was far more interested in going back to what he was doing before, he did a double-take when he saw Leon sitting in front of his computer, and froze there for a moment, just staring. “…What are you doing?” he finally asked. Then, his eyes widened in anger when he took a closer look at the hologram display. “Is that… Basilix…?!” he growled, stepping forward menacingly.