"No it's not," she called out in a clear voice, "It's a lesson, you need to switch up you pattern, as in you are predicable." She looked over at her best friend, offering a small smile, "just teaching him." She turned to load the sling, "I'm going easy on your Stiles," she pointed out, letting enough rock go, "when you get better, I'm going to chase you!"
Alison was taunting him some, but it's the hunter in her, trying to drawl out her prey. "How are you feeling?" she asked her friend as she paused throwing rocks to look at her, "really."