Peter stumbles into the doorway, his feet ceasing to be feet and more paws. Did he lose his shoes somewhere back there? Probably.

He nods, he'd rather not rip his new friend to pieces. That would be really the icing on the cake of a particularly bad day.

"Jus--stay aw--aaaagghhrrrrggrrrrrr--" And that's the last vaguely human sound he can make as he stumbles to the back of the room, the latter sounding much like the wolf that he was starting to now resemble.

At this point he can't hold on anymore, and he's just got to trust that Flynn gets clear of that door. And hope the door holds. He lets go of the little control he's had, and the wolf takes him.

There's several minutes of pained noises, more animal than not, and then...silence.