Swiftbeak had caught a glimpse of Zato entering the inn, and began to turn towards the door; briefly hesitating at the thought of surrounding himself with a strange crowd, he brushed his concern aside as he reminded himself of the severity of their mission. Not so easy to disregard was the width of the door, which proved an obstacle; he had to tuck his wings tight to his sides and push himself for all he was worth, paws scraping on the ground before they dug into the dirt enough to shove him forward and send him stumbling into the inn.