"To us?" Scott answered, looking slightly aghast, "don't you mean to me and Beacon Hills?" And danger was the total opposite of what he was attempting to find today. "Just letting them know we're here and don't want trouble is all I'm aiming for with this," he told Stiles, knowing that his approach was different to almost every pack he'd ever encountered. "Talk first, fight if and when we have to," he said decisively.
"We don't know what this world is going to pull on us, Stiles. Running is the very best thing you can do and if you can't do that, maybe you should stay behind," Scott said gruffly. "I'm not loosing you. Not today. Not ever, you got it?" So he'd better fucking run or Stiles was gonna be in deep shit with him. "Yep, you're my Sherpa now. Carry the stuff, make yourself useful," his tone softening and smiling as he headed out of the door.
It was a short hike to the woods and though Scott knew there were werewolves around, he couldn't smell them. Probably because there were all manner of 'other' things here too. Unknown scents made his nostrils flare as he attempted to walk more quietly as thy entered the forest. "There's a lot going on here, Stiles," he told his friend sharing, "and I can't get a read on what's good and what's bad." So for now he was going to assume there was nothing good here.