[ Said prey is probably about caught, all things considered--despite being fleet of foot as a deer, he will never actually be as fast as the faoladh, who was literally trained to hunt down things like him. But he's not afraid, not by any means, even when he hits a dead end, a thicket of trees that end in the river; Stiles whips around and turns to face the faoladh when he arrives, lowering his head down, antlers pointed at him.
There's a brief second of silence between them as he stares down the wolf, then Stiles promptly kicks up dust in his face, just to be an asshole. ]
Because he's adorable tbh
There's a brief second of silence between them as he stares down the wolf, then Stiles promptly kicks up dust in his face, just to be an asshole. ]