[ The sound of crunching leaves is so strangely loud in his ears, as is the rasp of her backpack. He does a good job of keeping the flinch off his face, though. ]

Oh no, it's really exciting. You see some moose, you freak out about the antlers, s'all good.

[ He swings his arms. ]

I get to go out on patrols with him, but he never lets me see the good stuff.

[ Of course, now that Stiles had his own brand of stuff to worry about, that included werewolves, and kanimas, and the like... ]