WHO: Stiles Stilinski and Malia Tate WHAT: Finding each other WHEN: Tonight WHERE: The streets WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Malia sat on her haunches, sniffing the air. Everything smelled strange. She didn't know how she'd gotten here, or where she was, but she knew for a fact that she wasn't in Beacon Hills. Or anywhere she'd ever been before. The smells were, almost entirely, all new.
Almost.
It was faint, but a ways off, she did smell Stiles. The sharp, acrid smell of his anxiety was hard to miss, and it made a good point for her coyote senses to track. She was glad that he was here. She wasn't worried for her safety - she very rarely was - but he could keep her calm and help her control herself when the moons came. Which was very important.
She trotted down the streets, her coat sleek and healthy. She was a pretty thing, even in this form. When she saw Stiles, she increased her pace and ran full out, butting her head into his legs, glad to have found him.