The woods sang a song Scott had never heard before, it entranced him and he for the first time felt at one with the woods, in a way he could never imagine. He bounded through the woods like a bullet, his paws barley touching the ground, leaving no trace of him ever being there, he was a grey ghost, un-heard, un-seen. Although he felt so at home he felt so lost and lonely, something inside of him was fighting, trying to overtake his instincts. Something deep inside the wolf, that felt lost and human. The weather was warm and Scott felt it, he'd never really tasted heat before; it was hot like salt on his tongue. He leapt over the fallen log wandering dangerously too close to the road, his instincts sang against it, but his human mind felt more in control. In fact Scott began to remember more about himself. He remembered what he was, what had happened and he didn't feel so afraid of anything human. No longer did he jump out of his skin at the hearing of a car pass. The scents were so real in front of him, a thick deep musk smell that fumed from the woods, everyday Scott wandered further away from the safe sanctuary of the deep undergrowth until finally one day he reached the outskirts of the suburbs, he sat there a long time still hidden by the brush, just his vibrant yellow eyes noticeable if you looked carefully enough, the smell was so intense for Scott, he could smell the faint aroma of car fumes mixed with house cleaners and many different types of food, he licked his lips, he hadn't really eaten, hunting wasn't his strong point. Rabbits he could catch but the boy inside the wolf reared up in repulsion against it. He sniffed the air recognized a familiar scent, his instincts told him to flee but instead holding out against them he followed the scent carefully staying hidden under the brush. The scent had something else, something desirable, a faint burst of blood. Scott crawled around the trees, his belly close to the ground, becoming more intrigued as the sent came closer, but also more unsure. He moved slowly towards it, a figure becoming more clear, a boy tall, Scott looked up at his face the dark short hair so familiar, his dark eyes searching into the woods for something, it was like he knew. Scott smelt it before the boy brought it out of his black back-pack, deep delicious meat, basically raw soaked thickly in blood. Scott breathed in the scent. A slow warmth of trust came across from the boy. Scott was so entranced by the smell he stepped forward, crack, he'd stood on a twig, Scott froze still as stone, holding his breath. The boy head snapped towards him, staring into Scott's yellow eyes, a big smile formed across his face, he slowly placed the meat on the ground and stepped away from it. Not far enough though. Scott's eyes darted to the meat then back to boy, he was so recognizable. He slowly stepped towards the meat coming out of the brush into plain view, he heard the boy gasp, freezing like a statue not sure whether to turn and run. Scott knew what to do though, the boy didn't pulse out aggression but he felt still unsure so he showed total submission head low, eyes down, ears back. He paused a little before the meat sniffing it with delight before gazing up at the boy who was still too close for comfort, with the cold stare Scott managed to give he backed off more, and Scott trotted forward tearing into the meat. The boy moved forward, crouching in eye level with the wolf, a fascination across his face, the boy stepped forward. Too close. Scott let a growl out, just as a warning, you're too close. The boy stood up making Scott jump backwards but he backed off even further allowing the wolf to finish off the meat. Once it was gone Scott stayed still for a while, just watching the boy with the same interest as the boy gave him. They were both in puzzle until a distant twig snapped, making Scott flee back into the woods too quickly for the boy too respond. He sighed too himself as if hoping for more, a sign of recognition but nothing. He turned and left hopeless.
"You saw him then" said Allison whilst walking over to her car at the end of a boring miserable school day.
"Yea got right close, it's funny I think he knew me" replied Stiles incredulous.
"I went out to find him you know managed as well!"
"When?" Stiles said puzzled, if she knew really anything about the woods he thought.
"Couple of days ago took my bow and a camera... Just practice!" she sighed "got some pictures of him thought it might be useful for the future and well a memory, what's his mum been saying?" ruffling though her bag she pulled out a silver digital camera.
"I told her he's been staying at mine, been working on a project together and I used his phone to send her a message confirming it all. I don't think she believes me though but she said she's so wrapped up at work at the moment hard to keep track suppose it's a pretty good thing really don't want her getting involved" he laughed to himself, "imagine that, she'd ask where's my son and we would have to say that he's got slightly furry and is somewhere in the woods"
"Yes that would be a good conversation!" Allison turned on the camera and flicked through the images as if trying to find a particular one she stopped and smiled at the image showing Stiles. Out of a round soft wolf face showed Scott's eyes, it was a close up and the edges of his fur gleamed in the sun. He looked calm at one with his world now; it made them wonder if he would change back. Stiles hadn't managed to get hold of Derek even by Scott's phone he'd left town for some reason and wouldn't reply through any messages. He hoped Scott would soon change back.