"Not a dog, I don't think. But. It's still kinda off, for a werewolf."

"If werewolves exist, who knows what else is out there."

"Yeah," she sighs.

"I can try to talk to Derek. If that would help."

"Might be a good idea."

They stop outside the hospital.

"Should I do that after I get you guys inside?"

"It might be a better idea for me to talk to him, actually."

"You don't mind? That's probably better."

"I don't mind," she agrees.

"You're not going alone?"

"Why not? They got along okay. I could use you inside."

"And I think Derek prefers talking to as few people at a time as possible. Not very sociable, he isn't."

"And he likes you? Makes sense. See you later."

"Tolerates me, at any rate. Later."

They split the party.

Derek fails to appear out of the nearby bushes.

No shit.

She had a place where she was supposed to leave a flower. She starts walking that-a-way.

No police, no hunters, no werewolves: she can enjoy a perfectly normal walk.

Well, when she's out of sight of civilization she'll run. Very fast.

If anyone notices her superhuman abilities, they don't dare stop her.

When she reaches the place she leaves the flower there, having stocked up on it and carrying it in her backpack.

Hey look. Over in that bunch of trees. Who's that. 

"Hello," she says softly.

"I was awake all night thinking about how much I love dealing with teenage werewolves. What do you want."

"Someone was murdered. It was not a werewolf, but..." She offers him the picture.