The rustling was getting closer and that annoyed Palug. Didn't they know what they were dealing with here? Or did they perhaps have some greater predator driving them on?
In either case he felt he should get Emma out of the way before he took the battle to the enemy.
Palug scowled at the door, and reared up to put his paws against it. Just as he altered circumstances to alter his form when necessity demanded, so he altered the state of the lock from this to this.
There was a faint click, and the door shifted in its frame.