[ The moment that the harpies wake everyone, Derek knows that it's finally happening. He's out of the cabin like a shot, not even bothering to change out of the t-shirt and sweats he wore to bed. His sword is left at his bedside. The idea of armor is completely gone from his mind. For him, they'd only get in the way, so the only thing that he takes with him is a red ribbon that he shoves into his pants pocket-- just in case.
He can practically smell the wolves, and he pushes at his senses to try and locate them, opting to head to the woods first. He needs to find Scott and Zack, Stiles and Tybalt, has to find Nico, but for now he needs to try and find what they're dealing with. It'll give him a better idea of what's been circling the camp for days, what's had him set on edge for two damn weeks. ]
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He can practically smell the wolves, and he pushes at his senses to try and locate them, opting to head to the woods first. He needs to find Scott and Zack, Stiles and Tybalt, has to find Nico, but for now he needs to try and find what they're dealing with. It'll give him a better idea of what's been circling the camp for days, what's had him set on edge for two damn weeks. ]