Derek looks up at Dean and lets out a soft growl and unimpressed huff at his opening line. He blinks red eyes and gets slowly to his feet, stretching out to his full impressive height and shaking out his fur. He ambles over towards Dean and sits at his feet, staring up at him with a tilted head.

With another irritated huff, he stamps his paw into the dirt and manages to form a crude D in the loose soil and blinks red eyes up at him when he's done. He's coiled tightly, ready to spring into a run if he needs to. Dean is his friend, but he's a hunter first, and Derek isn't sure how he'll feel about happening across a shifted werewolf.