Derek lifts his head from his paws when he hears someone approaching, but they stop before they make it far enough into the trees to see them. He gets on his feet with plans to retreat, but the soft sounds of crying reach his ears and the scent is familiar enough that he finds himself moving closer instead of further away.

It's Juno sitting here, cheeks wet with tears and smelling of sorrow. This is a tough time of year for most people here, he figures. Derek isn't the only one missing family.

He hovers a few feet away and pads over to the rock once he makes his decision. She doesn't have to know it's Derek, and if she's not afraid of him right off the bat, maybe he can provide a distraction in this form.