[i]What is everyone waiting for?[/i] she wondered as she came near enough to identify different conversations and hear distinct words, despite the milling mass of creatures. Black eyes sparking with ever moving gold flecks adjusted their angle, carefully kept empty of the wariness that had hidden tension singing through her not-really-there veins. She moved with an otherworldly grace that was only enhanced by the canine form that waited beneath her skin, as if she had more muscles than what should have been granted to such a human form. A rolling, loping stride that resulted in sure-footed steps, light enough to barely bend blades of grass, carried her quickly wherever she sought to go. An edge to her movements was there, suggesting the woman might slide forward into a crouch and begin hunting, granting a palpable air of danger to her aura. An itch between her shoulders warned Killian that someone was watching her, but she couldn't place the individual as someone in the surrounding crowd. 

The cool mask and alert eyes only added to her predatory appearance as KIllian wove her way through the scattered students and approached the school, passing under the arched entry onto the castle grounds. Her stride carried her past quite a few more meandering individuals and though she bypassed them quickly, her eyes didn't miss much in the way of details. A fellow with a cane, tails and wings here and there, fangs glinting as some offered grotesque smiles, and others that expressed no particular trait that separated them from the mundane human being. Although she surely looked much the same as them, Killian distrusted those she couldn't readily identify. Nostrils flaring as she picked up different odors that spoke of wolves, reptiles, death, and that sharp tang of magic, Killian moved into the shadows of the academy and glanced up. 

The front doors were currently open, moving forms visible within the brightly lit hall. Several had the obvious look of professors, but some carried a more vague air of authority that couldn't quite be placed. Casting a rather imperious glance at the collection of people, Killian loosely crossed her arms and stepped inside, angling away from the entrance and to the side. Although many questions danced around her skull, Killian had but one main concern and she voiced it in a tone as rich as chocolate: "Food?"