Stiles was walking through the woods, he'd heard so many tales of misfortune that had befallen travelers in the area, but aside from his own clumsiness no harm had come his way. He did not fear walking the woods alone as most did, they would watch him pass the walls with wide fearful eyes and whisper things about his sanity. He sat next to his mother's grave, looking up into the clear blue sky. "My guardian angel." Stiles murmured softly, his hand resting on the rock marking her passing.
"You used to call me Sourwolf, but i suppose that'll do." A voice said from behind him. Stiles turned fast, eyes just catching a glimpse of blue.
"Sourwolf..." Stiles mumbled, clambering to his feet and looking around for another glimpse of the boy he'd only seen once before.
"My name is Derek, but call me what you like." The boy said as he suddenly appeared in front of Stiles. Well, no longer a boy, he was much more of a man now. Stiles was no longer a child either, he was not much older than Sourwolf had been when they had first met. Stiles stared with wide dumb eyes at Derek openly. The boy was wearing not much more than a pair of ratty pants.
"It's been so long!" Stiles said at last pulling the unsuspecting wolf into a hug.
"Much has happened." Derek said with downcast eyes.
"You look sad." Stiles said softly. "I'll have to start calling you Sadwolf."
"My entire pack was hunted down by poachers after their hides. Im not sad, I'm angry." Derek growled. Stiles's eyes went wide. "My sister, Uncle, and i are the only survivors."
"Thats horrible!" Stiles said, remembering how he felt when his mother died and trying to apply it to the rest of the people in his life all at once.
"We wish for a council between your people and ours." Derek said. Stiles was still reeling, but this brought his attention back. Derek had not come to see him, Derek had come on business. As much as that hurt, Stiles tried not to be upset.
"I'll see what i can do. Meet you back here tomorrow?" Stiles asked before racing off without waiting for a response.