Re: 6th
Stiles made his way further and further into the surround forest and he was grateful that he would have at least another hour of sunlight left because getting lost in the trees would suck. Not that he would stay lost for long, Stiles knew how to read the stars and he knew what direction he was heading, so it might take him a little longer but he would get home if he got lost.
The biggest issue was the terrain and not knowing it. He hit a lot of snow covered rocks and roots as he continued to push the wheelbarrow into the forest. He focused on not slipping and staying on his feet but it seemed like forever before he heard the howl. That was Derek’s signal.
“Alright. Here is your resting place,” Stiles remarked to the corpse in his wheelbarrow. He hadn’t taken a good look and he had no plans on doing so as he dumped it out. He did make a face when a hand stayed in the wheelbarrow and he had to give it a good shake. “Gross. So gross.”
It was when he was heading back towards the house, veering off a little from the path he had taken as he was hoping to find a bit more smoother ground, when he slipped hard. He fell with a surprise cry being ripped from him but falling wasn’t the worse part. Stiles had apparently walking along a steep hill that the trees covered and when he slipped, he slipped the wrong way and down he went. He rolled through bushes and shrubs and over rocks and he came to a hard stop at the bottom that left him winded. Gasping for air he barely got out, “Derek.”