[Derek will go on his business, unaware for the moment that he's being tracked. He's intent on his own quarry, which should soon be coming out of their homes...
But he's intent on finding them first.
Eventaully, he makes his way to a copse of trees, framed at the roots with thick brambles. Derek stops, crouching, and inhaling deeply again before lowering his head to the ground, one ear pressed carefully to the soil.
After a moment, seemingly satisfied, he quickly sets up a rope trap near one of the holes, and then fades back into the surrounding bushes, crouching down and waiting, deathly still.]
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Date: 2010-03-05 12:23 am (UTC)But he's intent on finding them first.
Eventaully, he makes his way to a copse of trees, framed at the roots with thick brambles. Derek stops, crouching, and inhaling deeply again before lowering his head to the ground, one ear pressed carefully to the soil.
After a moment, seemingly satisfied, he quickly sets up a rope trap near one of the holes, and then fades back into the surrounding bushes, crouching down and waiting, deathly still.]