Can you feel the force of that nope? For a creature as in tune with his instincts as Aurel, the sheer force of the not right that practically rolls off the person he's got a wary eye on is practically enough to force a Change, right then and there. Not even halfway in the door and he's regretting the decision to push through the door to this gallery.
He'd turn tail, except a] he doesn't make a rule of being owned by his instincts, and b] he's got to know what exactly this thing is, because he's got to keep his Clan safe. So he pushes in through the door with his hands in his pockets and his teeth carefully covered, because they're dead fucking giveaways and focuses on pushing those instincts down down down, looking around like he's not noted anything odd at all.