Once again the werewolf shakes his head. He still feels fine, still feels like a creature of the night and even pops out his claws to double check. As far as he can tell all of his abilities are still in place. There are no voices in his head, no visions appearing before him, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Whether that’s actually a good thing or not remains to be seen. Sure it sounds nice but there’s always a possibility that the consequence will hit him later. Maybe it’ll hit him harder than strictly necessary to make up for the delay.

Any expression he had on his face is immediately dropped at the mention of Isaac. He should be happy for the kid, he’s gone back and he’s going to be fine. He’s not like Erica, he’s hasn’t returned to face his death or anything like that. He’s going to join Scott’s pack; he’s going to have a stable group of friends. And it’s not as though they were particularly close in the city, they hadn’t spoken a word to each other in month. But they had been pack members and it always stings a bit to lose one of those. Derek just gives a very stilted nod before looking back in the direction of the campus. “Thank you. For telling me.”