Seeing the older wolf made something inside of Derek run cold. He wasn't frightened, exactly. The older wolf had been weaker than the last time they came to a fight, and Derek was also more powerful. One fact hadn't changed, though. Deucalion was an alpha, and Derek didn't really want to get caught up in aggression so close to the moon, when he knew he was probably more prone to it, anyway. He gave a small nod, and the motion might have bobbled out if the words hadn't made him tense all over again.
"Shock is one way to put it." Truthfully, Derek wasn't sure what to make of it. He could read, and while he hadn't felt there was anything to say, he knew they would be crossing paths sooner or later. To Derek, later almost felt better, but he was rarely so lucky. It felt like a blessing of sorts that he'd managed to avoid and ignore Peter. He breathed out, looking down, letting his thoughts roll before he turned, nodding a little with his head. "Let's walk."
He started, assuming that Deucalion would follow, even if he really didn't have to. Derek was ready to get out of town, as safe of a place to meet as it had felt. "He's angry." Derek's memory could have been foggy, but he couldn't remember that side of his father. He supposed it was well earned, but things were going to resolve themselves somehow. He wasn't sure how to talk about anything, or even yet if he wanted to. "How have you been?"