"If I'd knew you'll be this excited for mermaids, we would have done this way earlier." Peter chuckles. Even if he knows Stiles wasn't cut for this only just a few weeks earlier. But he's learning fast and effective. He's showing something new every day, he's getting stronger... his spark. And Peter can't help but think that he's finally won over Scott in something. He has a powerful emissary, and a mate.

He's watching with silent fascination as the boy works then nods as he's ready.

"No time to waste."

They pack up everything they need, mostly for hunting mermaids and partly to keep warm. It's spring, but it can get cold before sunrise. Especially if these creatures will take their time in their showing.

Peter depends on his nose in finding a good place on the shore, where there could be sightings. From then on they could follow the mermaids hopefully. But so far, he can't hear anything.

"Mm, we may have to walk further up the shore." he remarks, motioning ahead of them with his chin. "There's no scent of them at all. Only the ocean's." he adds, mostly for himself. The ocean has a very significant scent, it's difficult to tell apart all the other scents on the shore.