Oh, wait, the door's open, maybe he can sneak his way inside! Operating purely on instinct, Hickey makes his way for the door, only to get it slammed in his face, hitting him smack on the nose. He can't help but let out a little yelp of pain because ouch? That hurt?

Hickey looks at the closed door, mentally giving it a frown because great, what the fuck is he supposed to do now? He's stuck out here! This is less than ideal! He lets out an annoyed little canine huff while mulling over his options. He's a wolf, so obviously Crozier wouldn't want one inside. But Hickey really wants to see what Crozier's house looks like (and also selfishly, kind of wants to see Crozier shirtless again.) So...what, just pretend to be a dog?

This goes against everything his instincts are telling him (a dog? something domesticated? fight, tear, rip out his throat, you are wild). But Hickey's only been in wolf form an hour or so, so the human brain is still at the wheel. He'll just pretend to be a nice, well-behaved dog. Hell, that Mountie's got one already, it's absolutely plausible!

Hickey sits down before lightly scratching at the door with his paw. He lets out a plaintive little whine, just for the hell of it. Look at him! He isn't a big scary wolf, he's just a weird little dog! Please let him inside!