Derek had done his part when he'd arrived here - worked his way through the few hunters he'd encountered as best he could. He hadn't killed them, he'd made sure of that, but if Isaac watched, he could see the slight turn of Derek's head every so often, towards dark corners where the distinctly human smells lingered the strongest around unconscious bodies.

"I looked, listened," he explained as he slipped easily around a few more corners before pausing at the small cellar door he'd eased his way through. He crouched beside it, tipped his head towards it to listen for anything on the other side. Anything that wasn't the soft brush of wind. After a moment, he finally moved to tug it open, glancing towards Isaac, "I never stopped." His gaze lingered on the other for a moment longer before he motioned towards the door expectantly.

"Go."