Nodding, Isaac returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, phone in his other hand texting the vet. "It'll be best if we talk to Deaton first. We can... Then we'll have an idea about what we're dealing with." And whether or not Stiles would survive it. He wondered briefly about whether it would be worth contact on Chris Argent for his say either; even if he knew of other hunters in the area that weren't as tolerant or willing to follow the code.

"It's okay. We just... We have to figure out who it was and why. Should I call Mr. Argent?"