Derek rolls his eyes as best he can in this form and spits out her sleeve, huffing indignantly and circling around behind her. He headbutts her lightly in the lower back, nudging her closer to the trees and letting out a soft bark.

They're almost there, and Derek passes her to take a bounding leap between two trees, sitting back on his haunches and looking at Bianca expectantly, ears perked up as his tongue lolls out of his mouth in the wolfish approximation of a grin. He jerks his head back, gesturing her towards him, and then lets out another bark, this one more expectant.