Stiles wasn't a runner, or a jogger, or anything of the sort, but he was a teenage kid whose best friend had randomly turned into Santa Claus, which just might have been the strangest thing he'd ever experienced in his short yet very weird life. So he was in the park to get some air and to try to work this out. Back at home didn't work at all - not with Scott back there being all...Santa Clausy. No, it had to be out here, away from everyone else, even if he was panting a little because he'd actually tried to jog a little since the werewolves did it all the time and it seemed to help them.
For him, it had only confirmed that he was most certainly not a werewolf.
He was gasping for air when the other guy came running through, and he looked over at him, coveting that water bottle.