Settled astride the fox, Stiles takes this golden opportunity to pet Heiji’s fur. The conclusion? It is as soft and silky as it looks. There’s a small voice in the back of his head telling him that this is weird, super weird. Except his whole life has been nothing but weird since Scott was bitten. If there’d been a chance that he wouldn’t have gotten his throat torn out in the process, he totally would have pet Scott’s fur too.

In response to the warning, Stiles flounders before seizing fistfuls of scruff to hold onto. He’s never so much as ridden a horse, so this position is more than a little uncomfortable. Worth it, though. Definitely worth it. Even Stiles is stunned speechless by the scenery, the ethereal beauty of it all instilling him with a quiet, contemplative energy.

“Take me to your leader,” he intones in his best nasally martian voice. So much for that.