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Derek Hale is the worst alpha (theworstalpha) wrote in paradisolog,

He caught the new scent grabbing for attention in the air amongst the salt and flowers before he heard her approaching, and he heard that even before she opened her mouth, but Derek tuned it out to settle his mind. There were a lot of things on it and he could've done with some alone time to grapple with it. That, like peace in and of itself, was apparently too much to ask in this place. It would figure that the island was huge, but his stupid ass headed to the beach thinking that would be a private place. What he should've done if he'd been smarter was head deeper into the jungle and off the beaten path a little ways. Derek wasn't always a smart man.

"Mmm," he agreed, finally opening his eyes and looking over at the source of the voice. ...oh. That woman who'd gotten upset with him for not wanting someone to tag pointlessly along through the jungle behind or beside him while he tried to sniff out the bear's den. Right. "Yeah, that's me. Maria, if I remember right?" he asked.

Derek turned his head again to look back out over the ocean. He could smell the blood but she seemed all right. Little strange to choose the ocean instead of the freshwater lake, he thought, to wash out a cut, but to each their own. It wouldn't kill her, he just couldn't help wondering why she'd want to literally pour salt on an open wound. Maybe she'd just been a lot closer to the beach than to the camp and hadn't wanted to walk the extra length to find the stream or the lake. Derek supposed he couldn't fault her for that. It sounded like something he could've done if he was in enough of a hurry to not want to waste the walk but wasn't so much in the zone that he'd opt to just let it bleed until it healed itself. Then again, he got the impression she was human, so he doubted it would heal by itself without a few days under its belt.