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Entry tags: | derek hale, deucalion |
WHO: Derek and Deucalion
WHERE: Everdale town
WHEN: Early morning of 10/5 (predated)
WHAT: Talking, a walk through the woods
WARNINGS: tbd, low as of yet
STATUS: Closed On-going
The morning was still cool when Derek sought out the older werewolf. His days had begun bleeding together, some weird mix of the moon's influence and something else about the land that he couldn't quite put a finger on. It was easily something he didn't want to think about. He already felt like he had too much on his mind, and hopefully speaking with Deucalion would clear up a few things, or cause more questions than answers. Their past was rocky, at best, but Derek thought he needed to know. Maybe he just needed to be sure if the other wolf was sincere.
Either way, none of it was sitting well with him, even after the time to process. He doubted there would ever be time. His eyes closed as he tilted, leaning a shoulder against the rock slabs and just breathed, taking in the Earthy scent of the region, the dirt and trees beyond that. His hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket and he wondered how long he'd have to sleep before the moon rose. He hoped it would be enough, and he hoped this would clear his mind enough to get his mood back on track so he didn't have to think too much while he was hunting.
He straightened, tense for a moment when he took notice of the approach but he tried not to let his thoughts get too carried away. The man he knew had been knocked down, but that didn't mean the thoughts weren't still there. Peter's certainly had been. Derek wasn't so sure people could simply change just like that. "I was starting to wonder if you'd come."