Heightened senses picking up the strange and abrupt alteration in the atmosphere, Derek looks up mere seconds before the change in weather becomes obvious, as fleeting as it is, and he hears the storm coming from the direction of the woods.

He doesn't stop to think before he's running out in that direction, not too far away as luck would have, and he stops when he finds a spot recently dampened by rain. It's the faint scent of wolves that really intrigues him, though, it's not strong enough to belong to one, but it's possible that whoever was here has been in contact with some. On top of that, there's the strange scents of nature mingling in with whoever they're emitting from.

It doesn't take long to follow it, tracking it to its source, and as she comes into sight, an unfamiliar woman, he approaches from behind with caution.

"What are you?"