Biffy had never been so grateful for werewolf instincts that kept him both composed and capable of stepping around Kitten's various toes and tail. As he made his way up the stairs, the weak one in the middle made a groaning noise and Biffy winced. There were a great many home repairs he'd been meaning to hire someone to handle. Perhaps he ought to have been a bit more strapping and hands on but after the potting shed, Biffy knew his limits.

"There's not going to be any getting her out through a door, is there?" he said, considering and then dismissing the idea out of hand. Her tail alone as as thick as a tree trunk, say nothing of the rest of her.

"This is...quite out of my purview." Already, Biffy was racking his brains as to just whose purview this might be. Dorian? Magnus? Luke?