Ohh, no, Stiles thought, and dove, throwing the book he held as a distraction - bless one of the few sensible people in his school; the other boy bolted as soon as the wolf's attention shifted - and shoving his free hand into his backpack in search of the mountain ash.

"Oh no," Stiles said, shaking his head and backing up as quickly as he could, meeting bright eyes as the wolf turned towards him, "I am not on the menu either, I am not on the menu-" his screech cut off breathlessly as he hit the ground and he flinched-

"Ew." Stiles said, slightly stunned, as a wolfy tongue dragged industriously over his face. "Oh man, dude, Derek, not that this isn't better than being eaten but this is going to be so embarrassing for both of us - mostly me - when you remember, like, higher brain functions."