He's definitely not the Stiles she knows. He grits his teeth when she calls out, and yes, it sounds vaguely ominous. But he listens not just to the words, but also to her heartbeat. It's a little faster than usual. The nogitsune's heartbeat rarely elevates for any reason. There's no reason for it to. It has nothing to fear.
But there's a hint of fear in her scent, too.
She isn't the nogitsune, he realizes, relaxing and then letting a smirk spread across his lips before stepping out from behind the tree, looking over at her. "Astute senses."
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Date: 2014-09-28 10:37 pm (UTC)But there's a hint of fear in her scent, too.
She isn't the nogitsune, he realizes, relaxing and then letting a smirk spread across his lips before stepping out from behind the tree, looking over at her. "Astute senses."