[ Derek is, truth be told, less than thrilled to be here. Not that he's ever particularly thrilled to be taken places that he doesn't want to go-- which seems to be happening with an alarming frequency over the past year-- but this is completely different. There are things here that he's only heard of in old pack stories, and others that he has no idea what to call, but most of all?
No familiar faces.
Until he hears a murmured apology in a familiar voice, and catches the scent that goes with it.
He turns from where he's navigating the crowd, brow furrowing from more than just his irritation at the people around him. So many of them seem unconcerned about the going-ons around them, it's grating on his already frayed nerves. ]
Vaguely tempted to tag your Derek with my Scott next tbh.
No familiar faces.
Until he hears a murmured apology in a familiar voice, and catches the scent that goes with it.
He turns from where he's navigating the crowd, brow furrowing from more than just his irritation at the people around him. So many of them seem unconcerned about the going-ons around them, it's grating on his already frayed nerves. ]
Scott?