Our faces painted white by midnight PG, I guess? 973 words, unbeta'd 1/2
The only sound Stiles could hear was his own footsteps over the crisp forest floor. The wolves just knew how to walk quietly, Allison was a predator in her own right and Lydia was too damn good at everything to make any noise.
Stiles clutched his baseball bat (well, Scott's baseball bat) closer as the entire group moved in one line, scouring the woods for any sign of anything amiss. The Alpha Pack had everyone on edge so as soon as a report of a creature sighting surfaced and reached Chris Argent's ears Derek's pack jumped in as soon as they could.
After another five minutes of near-dead silence Stiles stopped and let the end of his bat hit the ground. Everyone else went on high alert, expecting that Stiles saw something. When nothing happened they all turned to him expectantly.
"I thought supernatural boogeymen were supposed to take Halloween off," Stiles finally said. Everyone groaned and Stiles could feel Derek's heated stare boring into the back of his head. "I'm just saying!"
"That was on Buffy," Scott piped up, trying to he helpful.
"And it never worked out that way," Derek muttered. Stiles wheeled around, surprised.
"You watched Buffy? That's so... cool! What was your favorite episode? What did you think about Oz? Is that why you watched, because there was a were-"
"Stiles!"
"Right, sorry." Stiles shut up and made a motion of zipping his lips and tossing a key behind him. Derek just rolled his eyes and continued forward, prompting the rest of the group to continue as well. Five minutes later the only sound was once again Stiles crunching over leaves and fallen twigs. It was driving him crazy.
"What are we looking for again?" he finally asked aloud, prompting another grumble from the rest of the pack.
"We don't know," Derek replied between clenched teeth. "If you'd shut up we'd have a better chance of finding out, wouldn't we?"
"Nothing to go on at all?" Stiles pressed, unconcerned with Derek's tone.
"Something about a small animal hitting or destroying trees out here, going after other small animals--it was obviously enough to worry the Hunters," Derek added before Stiles could scoff.
"What, like a splintercat?" Stiles asked instead, surprising everyone.
"A what?" Scott asked.
"Splintercat. Native to the Pacific Northwest, goes after racoons and bees, oddly enough, throws itself at trees to break them open to get at the honey. Supposed to be pretty nasty."
"A splinter... cat?" Jackson repeated slowly. "Are you telling me we're out here on one of the biggest party nights of the year looking for a cat?"
Jackson rolled his eyes and mouthed a couple choice words while Lydia laid a hand on his shoulder and turned to Derek. "It does seem a little over reactionary, don't you think?"
"Yeah, come on Derek," Scott added. "Can't we wait to see if anything more concrete comes up and have a better idea of what we're looking for?"
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PG, I guess?
973 words, unbeta'd
1/2
The only sound Stiles could hear was his own footsteps over the crisp forest floor. The wolves just knew how to walk quietly, Allison was a predator in her own right and Lydia was too damn good at everything to make any noise.
Stiles clutched his baseball bat (well, Scott's baseball bat) closer as the entire group moved in one line, scouring the woods for any sign of anything amiss. The Alpha Pack had everyone on edge so as soon as a report of a creature sighting surfaced and reached Chris Argent's ears Derek's pack jumped in as soon as they could.
After another five minutes of near-dead silence Stiles stopped and let the end of his bat hit the ground. Everyone else went on high alert, expecting that Stiles saw something. When nothing happened they all turned to him expectantly.
"I thought supernatural boogeymen were supposed to take Halloween off," Stiles finally said. Everyone groaned and Stiles could feel Derek's heated stare boring into the back of his head. "I'm just saying!"
"That was on Buffy," Scott piped up, trying to he helpful.
"And it never worked out that way," Derek muttered. Stiles wheeled around, surprised.
"You watched Buffy? That's so... cool! What was your favorite episode? What did you think about Oz? Is that why you watched, because there was a were-"
"Stiles!"
"Right, sorry." Stiles shut up and made a motion of zipping his lips and tossing a key behind him. Derek just rolled his eyes and continued forward, prompting the rest of the group to continue as well. Five minutes later the only sound was once again Stiles crunching over leaves and fallen twigs. It was driving him crazy.
"What are we looking for again?" he finally asked aloud, prompting another grumble from the rest of the pack.
"We don't know," Derek replied between clenched teeth. "If you'd shut up we'd have a better chance of finding out, wouldn't we?"
"Nothing to go on at all?" Stiles pressed, unconcerned with Derek's tone.
"Something about a small animal hitting or destroying trees out here, going after other small animals--it was obviously enough to worry the Hunters," Derek added before Stiles could scoff.
"What, like a splintercat?" Stiles asked instead, surprising everyone.
"A what?" Scott asked.
"Splintercat. Native to the Pacific Northwest, goes after racoons and bees, oddly enough, throws itself at trees to break them open to get at the honey. Supposed to be pretty nasty."
"A splinter... cat?" Jackson repeated slowly. "Are you telling me we're out here on one of the biggest party nights of the year looking for a cat?"
Jackson rolled his eyes and mouthed a couple choice words while Lydia laid a hand on his shoulder and turned to Derek. "It does seem a little over reactionary, don't you think?"
"Yeah, come on Derek," Scott added. "Can't we wait to see if anything more concrete comes up and have a better idea of what we're looking for?"