"What are you doing here, kid?" Stiles asks of the boy now fallen and still scrambling back after nearly running into Derek, stifling a sigh - he never forgets his own days as a foolish adolescent, but by the same token he can't fathom being so incredibly. . .

"They- They say there's a witch in these woods!" the boy cries, eyes fixed on Derek's muzzle; Stiles feels sympathy but also a little exasperation - Derek has retreated almost to Stiles' side, lying down with his jaws closed, his eyes dark; he couldn't be much less intimidating while still being present. "I was just looking for her I swear! I didn't mean to disturb you!"

"Well, that's another matter," Stiles steps out fully into the glade, raising a hand and letting golden light build in the cage of his fingers and spill over the rich, mossy undergrowth and the boy scrambling through it, "you've found me. What do you seek?"