[It's not quite an hour after Stiles manages to fall asleep that he's pulled out of bed by that strange feeling of something missing. If he were awake, he'd be impressed at how easily he got around his obstacle course, jumping lightly out of the window and heading out to the street. His start is a little more sporadic at first, nose lifted to the air as if he's searching for a scent.
But it's obvious when he finds it because he goes loping off when he does, heading with a single minded purpose towards the source of the scent. It's a strange house he's never seen before, but that doesn't matter to Stiles since he's not really seeing it anyway. He hones in on the window, the scent coming through the small gap. He pushes it open, intent on getting inside, something he manages relatively easily.]
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But it's obvious when he finds it because he goes loping off when he does, heading with a single minded purpose towards the source of the scent. It's a strange house he's never seen before, but that doesn't matter to Stiles since he's not really seeing it anyway. He hones in on the window, the scent coming through the small gap. He pushes it open, intent on getting inside, something he manages relatively easily.]