"I'm glad at least one of us is enjoying themselves." Peter grumbles as he's following Stiles. He's never felt more deaf in his life, but he figured it was to be expected. He could feel Stiles' spark being strong and strong creatures would of course be interested. It was like a beacon to some.

Peter realizes that he has no scent even as they reach the caves. Which must be impossible. The mermaids must be close, yet he smells nothing, but the ocean. These creatures may have kept an eye on them way before they set out to find them... The wolf growls deep in his throat as he's thinking about how unprepared both of them in this.

He's reaching for Stiles as he stumbles on the slippery rocks, but his mate seem like he doesn't hear him anymore. Peter knows he should pull him back, but that's not why they were here. They were here for mermaids and Stiles is heading right to them... so Peter follows.

"Stiles." he calls the boy again as they advance deeper.