It wasn't every day that [sup]high-pitched[/sup] squeals rang out in the halls--with the exception of frolicking children--but this noise didn't sound even remotely close to joyful or giddy. It sounded scared, frightened, and even pained. Titan figured that he'd see what had happened, and if it was indeed a child playing outside, then he'd pay no further mind to them.

The lion poked his head out of his own quarters, casting a glance down the hall to a few doors down the row. Crimson dribbled onto the floor, sourcing from a white tail-tip that was jammed into the door. Was that what he thought it was? Dear gods, that looked e x c r u t i a t i n g .

As the observer made his way towards Vanillafrost's doorway, he called over his shoulder, "We need a medic over here!" There was no doubt about that. Frowning, he quickly roamed his eyes over the scene, wondering what course of action he should take next to prevent further hurting the child. "It'll be alright." Commented the lion rather monotonously, even if he was truly concerned.

Titan lifted a paw and proceeded to open the door to free the kitten's tail from its clutches. He nearly winced, looking at the damaged tail, and he questioned her, "Can you move your tail at all?" Could it have been broken? Possibly, if the door had slammed it hard enough.