Enemy werewolves don't exactly breed much optimism, really.

[ Assessing the sickle-sword, Derek cracks his neck and breathes out noisily before he nods. Time to get a move on. ]

Well, so long as I don't wind up crossing paths with him I think we'll be all right. [ He doesn't know if they're fighting grown wolves or not, those with more experience than him, but he's not going to sit idly by. ]