Crookshanks followed Nekomata, hopeful that they will find something to help his witch soon. He meows curiously at the door, sensing the magic that is contained in the runes etched into the surface.

His ears flatten slightly at the sounds of a city. He does not much care for busy city streets. Too many people don't respect a feline such as himself. He is glad that they are in an empty alleyway.

He meows softly. He is ready to help in any way he can.