His eyes went back to the people he knew from home. There was a yearning suddenly in his expression as well as a touch of loss. He missed Stiles, and it seemed like they were going in different directions. Back home they may have faced that after graduation, but Scott hadn't been ready for that apparently.
"I was expecting..." he hesitated, "...some things to not change." He shook his head and tore his attention off of the Beacon Hills people.
"Yeah," he chuckled. What made him able to hunt and be strong was also what made him allergic to Mountain Ash. "I could teach you. Kind of. How I hunt is...different."