Noting a odd figure moving about the grounds, as she rearranged her feathers. Des spread her wings, taking flight as she watched with sharp, black eyes. Swooping down to land on a high branch, the untrusting mutant watched and the girl, perhaps older, pick the lock and slip inside. Stepping from the tree to the ground, she pressed a hand to the earth as she landed heavily in a crouch. Looking about warily, she eased into the door behind the girl. Keeping her tall form moving slowly and quietly as she looked down the hall. "Where did she go-?" She muttered sourly. "I'd duther not sniff her out." Looking about, she puzzled over her options before slamming the door shut with a ominous clang. Shock and startle the prey into bolting. It work quite often which surprised Des to no end still.