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Stiles flew across the ocean, approaching the place humans called 'California'. Genim only flew at night as flying in broad daylight would be foolish of him, he may as well give himself up to the hunters. The brunette huffed at his own joke, flapping his stone wings as he tore across the sky. The boy felt so free when he was flying, ever since the war with the hunters he had to be careful. His nest-mates didn't want him to end up like his mother.
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Stiles eventually landed on flat ground, giving the air a quick scent before shifting into his human form. The stone rippling away from his body as smooth mole-dotted skin replaced it, his wings shrinking into his back and resting just below the skin as his tail did the same. Luckily, Genim came prepared; opening his black bag and emptying out the components, slipping into the clothes he had packed. He looked around, scurrying over to the sign that read 'Welcome to Beacon Hills!'. Stiles tilted a brow, he found the name rather amusing.
Suddenly, a wolf howl cut through the air. Causing Stiles to groan "Not werewolves, Damn mutts will just get in the way." He said with a huff as he scurried off into the small town. Eventually, the boy came across many streets off housing. A familiar scent littered the air but the gargoyle couldn't place where he recognised it, perhaps he would finally find his dad once again. "Hey!" A Voice spoke from the darkness, Stiles quickly whipping his head around attempting to locate the source of the noise, as he was met with a Puppy-Looking boy with a crooked jaw and serious expression. Genim quirked a brow, he wasn't very good at English yet tried anyway "Hello." Stiles spoke, turning fully to face the werewolf, his scent gave it away. "You aren't from around here.. are you?" The beta spoke, coming to a stop infront of Stiles "Silly pup, of course not. Ive come in search of something." Genim responded, receiving a startled expression from the wolf. "How did you.. No! What are you here for? You arent evil are you? I can tell when you're lying." The wolf warned, Genim sighed before speaking "Hah. Of course not, You see I lost my father at a young age, we haven't seen each other in roughly 15 years. I am simply here to try and locate him. What's your name pup?" Stiles chuckled. "Well.. as you werent lying Im Scott! And.. What was your father's name? My pack might be able to help you!" 'Scott' Replied. "Ill tell you his name when i meet your pack. Mind giving me a place to stay?" Genim questioned. "Mmm.. You'd have to ask my alpha. He can get a little grumpy."