Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
A/N: Sorry that it's a bit short.
Scott followed Stiles scent from the streets back into the forest. The forest he really didn't want to go into again, but he had to. He had to find Stiles make sure that he didn't do something stupid. He was hyper vigilant for any sound like a snap of a twig or any slight rustling, or crunch of leaves being stepped on. Any time he caught one of the sounds he sped up, and unfortunately most of the time all he caught was an animal looking at him in terror, the glowing yellow eyes didn't help them feel any better about him. He made his way deeper into the dark forest and he knew that he was closing in. Stiles's scent was very strong now, along with another scent that felt familiar like he should know what it was but couldn't quite figure it out.
He stopped as he came to view Stiles. The something that was off about his scent became apparent after a couple of moments. He wasn't able to tell at first look since the jacket that Stiles was wearing was red too but after a moment he noticed the blood on it. Scott stepped to the side and came to view more of Stile's, since he was facing slightly away from him. Yep it was definitely blood, was it his own? Another couple of sniffs and he figured out that there were three different bloods on Stiles. Two older ones his own and Stiles and one brand new and still congealing.
Scott looked at him full of new kind of concern who's blood was on Stile?. Stiles didn't hurt anyone did he? He didn't think so although he couldn't say why. He took another step and saw for the first time Stiles's mouth which was surrounding with blood. He also noticed that Stiles was wolfed out, his yellow eyes staring at something in the distance. However as soon as Stiles's eyes focused on him the yellow eyes faded into their normal color. Which was good he supposed, he was dealing with Stiles and not his wolf counterpart.
"Stiles." Scott said slowly and carefully. "Who's blood is that?" he asked hoping the answer would not be some innocent person's blood. That was the last thing that Stiles needed to deal with at the moment was having hurt someone. Stiles looked at him for a long minute, then blinked and to his confusion and discomfort started laughing a loud, long boisterous laugh. A laugh that he hadn't heard for a long time but a laugh that was kind of freaking him out due to the fact that Stiles was standing in the woods covered in blood. Had his friend just finally cracked?
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