when i run through the deep dark forest

[arracht]

Who: Derek and you
What: Monthly full moon log
Where: The North Woods
When: January 15
Why: This is going to get repetitive really fast. Full moon, Derek, camp full of nosy people. Added bonus of SHIT THERE'S WEREWOLVES RED ALERT.

The fact that Derek has to be smuggled into the woods doesn't sit well with him in the least, but it's better than someone catching him in the act of heading out there by himself. Between campers being on high alert, the camp heads watching everything like hawks (at least they know about him, but still), and the general problem of harpies on top of Lycaon's wolves outside of the camp, he can't exactly put up too much of a fight over it.

He has literally no other choice.

Maybe he could just lock himself away in Cabin 13, but his nerves are so frayed that he doesn't think it's exactly the best idea. Resisting the shift isn't difficult, exactly, but it puts strain on him when he does it and he's not exactly fit to deal with that.

But once he's in the woods, away from the rest of camp and surrounded by the trees and the silence of the night in the January air, he feels a little bit better. Now, it's just a matter of finding the people that will inevitably be out tonight-- and finding out whether they're the ones he needs to avoid, or the ones he needs to talk to before he succumbs to the pull of the moon.

( As always, prose/bracket and I'll reply to match. uwu* )

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[arracht]

There's no doubt in his mind that Laura would know what to do. How to fight the lycans that are circling them like sharks. Derek has fought his fair share of them before, but it was always under his sister's orders.

Now, he stands in her place, trying to do what he thinks she would approve of.

Moving with Scott silently, he mulls over the idea in his head as they move. If Scott's to fight werewolves...

[usernameallison]

He's not quite sure he's ready for it yet, even if Derek's taught him so much about how to be prepared. But for the legion, for the camp? He'll do anything to keep it safe.

Scott points up to the moon - silently, at first. "You gonna...?"

[arracht]

"I am," he affirms, but before he starts to shed his various layers of clothes he finally comes to a decision on something.

Scott's been around a lot when he's shifted, but Derek thinks this is more important than patrolling in the woods, playing an occasional game of tag or fetch. Because it could mean Scott's life.

"But we're going to train tonight, too."

[usernameallison]

"Good. That's-" Honestly, pretty damn important. Because at this point, he knows more about the wolves and how their lives work - at least, he thinks he does, after that talk with Derek and reading those books Annabeth's been lending him - and he wants to be prepared. "That's what I've wanted to do. What do you have planned?"

[arracht]

"You need to learn how to fight a werewolf." Derek is blunt and to the point. The entire cohort has trained together before, but he's never given them training to fight wolves like him. Worse than him, those that would have no reasons to hold back in an encounter.

"So, you're going to fight a werewolf."

[usernameallison]

And Scott, who is actually moving through the forest right now as they talk, stops dead in his tracks, spins on his heel, and looks around at Derek.

"You want me to fight you. As a werewolf."

[arracht]

"I want you to fight me, as a werewolf."

Derek turns to look at him again, shrugging out of his jacket and starting the whole process. Ripping his clothes is less than appealing, to be honest, and this is his father's jacket. He's not ruining it, at least.

"So long as you don't use silver or wolfsbane on me, it'll be fine. I'll heal, and you'll learn something."

[usernameallison]

"Dude, I can't do that, do you know how-"

Oh.

Oh. Derek's already preparing to transform himself. Crap.

Well, he might as well get ready. Scott unsheaths his sword, holding it in his hand tightly, getting into a good battle stance.