Peter also gets to work, he takes what he can... what remained of the body under him and collects it in the containers Stiles has brought. The smell is everywhere, blood, death, water... and mermaids. They are angry, but scared. They are afraid of them and Peter thought they might as well be.

Stiles is taking everything, which is good. He's thinking of everything and Peter is proud, Peter is satisfied. Though, they will have to look up a few codex on mermaid parts.

He takes one of the bags with the containers in it and stands up, his wolf howling. His eyes are still red as he's looking at Stiles. Peter offers his hand.

"Let's go and warm up then." his voice is low, almost growling. Their hunt was a success, there was blood and the joy of killing prey is going to linger. And the joy of watching his mate, Stiles, going so much further in just a few minutes than Peter would have thought. "They won't follow. They are afraid." he grins with too much teeth.