[ Derek shrugs helplessly back at Isaac, with a look that pretty much translates to 'thank god he's pretty.' Slight roll of his head included, before he gets brought forward along with Stiles.

His arm tightens, briefly, before he falls in step again with him and he can loosen up without worrying about getting separated. ]

Wolves tend to have keen senses of direction, Stiles. They have to, if they're going to navigate their territories.