[ To his credit, Derek keeps his thoughts to himself on that subject. He's already resigned to the fact that there's no changing collective minds. One or two rogues now and again, sure; Chris and Allison are proof of that, but the hive mind? No. They'll never change. ]

You would know better than me if it's safe to run, but if you can't understand much in your wolf form, then it won't matter a whole lot that I can't talk when I'm in mine or she's in hers. How's your sense of smell? Because if it's as good as mine, then I don't know how useful it'll be for me to break away to shepherd away any unwitting approaching innocent night hikers. If we went out into the woods and ran, would it eventually tire you out or no?

[ Shakings his head, Derek waves off the other man's offer. ]

No, I don't want your money, man. This is just werewolves looking out for werewolves. I'm happy to help if I can. Seriously; no catch.